Life began early on the ranch, especially during the summer months, and Clay needed to be back in his bunk long before dawn. So she didn’t stop him this time when he came back from the bathroom and started gathering his clothes.She slipped back into her boxers and tank top, as if to help signal that the rendezvous was over. “Did you hear the plan for tomorrow…I mean today?” she asked as he pulled on his jeans and tucked his shirt into the waistband.“No. All I know is I have another semen collection in the morning.”“From the same horse?”“No. Different horse. We don’t want to collect Bandit’s semen too often because that lowers the value.” He sat on the edge of the bed to put on his boots.“Darn it. I wanted to watch that process, but I’m supposed to help Dad work with Calamity Sam on the plastic bag thing.”“They’re making Emmett do that on his birthday?”“It’s a tactic, so he won’t notice all the nonperishables being trucked out to the picnic site.”“Oh.”
