It would be very easy to get used to the smell and atmosphere of the stables, Bryson thought, looking at the cloudless blue sky and feeling the barely-there breeze whisper over his skin. He wore a safety-orange bucket hat to keep his brain from frying and a tight, white, long-sleeved, cotton and bamboo blend shirt that was supposed to have a UPF50+ rating. Safety aside, he would be lying if he didn’t admit that the sole reason he wore it was because it made his upper body look fit as f**k. He’d opted for long pants, but they were simple drawstring yoga pants. Being lightweight and loose, they gave his lower body more of a bulked-out look than shorts or jeans. Although the pain in his leg and hip had subsided, he still wore a brace from the knee down. A couple more days reminding himself of
