I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
Worse, he had again assumed she was a willing participant.
That familiar cold feeling washed over her again with a wave that was staggering.
He didn't bring it up again - not even when Jonathan was unable to get his short arm into a comfortable position to play the guitar.
