"Good." It's warm and hangs in the air like honey.
A woman like Grace doesn't care if he's good at it or not. Hell, just look at Henry. The man couldn't be more of a mess, but he'd lost his cat, his best friend, and that had pulled at Grace's heartstrings. He might as well have been Don Juan.
Even the fact that he played ball for Texas hadn't hurt Butch much.
The point is, Grace likes 'em all.
She grins at the mare. "A horse needs a name, even if it's temporary. I'll call you Boomer."
Grace lifts her hands and gets her fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it into a messy braid that is guaranteed to unravel the second she gets the wind in it.
"Want me to do that?" Gesturing to the mare's saddle and bridle.
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Date: 2012-08-28 01:41 am (UTC)A woman like Grace doesn't care if he's good at it or not. Hell, just look at Henry. The man couldn't be more of a mess, but he'd lost his cat, his best friend, and that had pulled at Grace's heartstrings. He might as well have been Don Juan.
Even the fact that he played ball for Texas hadn't hurt Butch much.
The point is, Grace likes 'em all.
She grins at the mare. "A horse needs a name, even if it's temporary. I'll call you Boomer."
Grace lifts her hands and gets her fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it into a messy braid that is guaranteed to unravel the second she gets the wind in it.
"Want me to do that?" Gesturing to the mare's saddle and bridle.