Chapter 2

Marcus wondered how David would handle being bedded; their kisses and belly-rubbing had been interrupted by a groom knocking at the office door. Marcus shook the thought away.

The summer semester had ended in August. No more weekly reports for Marcus to review and grade; no more clinical demos to do. And yet David was still here, working.

“We’ll let them flirt with each other for a bit. Walk him around her pen,” Marcus said.

David led Malotov out of the barn. David’s hair glinted in the morning sun, golden as a palomino. Over six feet tall, his frame was slender and stretched out, with that lean-hipped look that came from youth, not working out. His features were even, his nose long and sharp, his mouth upturned; it reflected his cheerful disposition.

He’s never been hurt; that’s why he looks so good to me.