A few stray leaves played across the manicured expanse of the vast lawn, tumbling like playful young kittens before coming to rest at the edge of the curving drive. Whistling as he walked, Alexander Ramsey crossed the grass, heading for the stables, a feeling of anticipation curling in his stomach. The two new mares had arrived this morning, and according to the head groom, were settling in nicely. Together with the horses he’d purchased a month ago, his stable was coming along very well, and Marcus had been enthusiastic about acquiring a new stud they could share between their bloodstock. Breeding sleek racers was at least a bit more exciting than farming. He just wasn’t born to be farmer. Fresh with paint and repairs, hell, the stable looked prosperous, Alex thought in satisfaction as he unlatched the door and stepped inside. Cool stone rasped under his boots as he moved forward. The scent of hay filled the space and the darkness inside the barn was quiet and peaceful. “Good evening, Colonel.” Alex froze, his hand arrested in the act of shutting the door.
