Chapter 17
“Brad?” Hank asked.
Brad turned to him.
“I didn’t get to see ya ride today wearing my shirt.”
Brad was about to say it didn’t matter, but before he could, Hank said in his deep sexy voice, “Wear it to bed tonight.”
Brad felt his spirits lift and a tightness develop in his groin. “Sure thing, pardner. Anything you say.”
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Brad finished his shower with a light heart. As he dried his hair he thought of how Hank had included him in the decision to invite Reggie to become a client of Reynolds Quarter Horses. That pleased him the most. But right behind that was Hank’s approval of how Brad had done showing Desi. So he felt pretty damn good as he brushed his blond curls into place and, as requested, put Hank’s silk show shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned. He could still smell the sweat of the day on the garment