she asked, bending down to pet her friend and make sure she was okay. She was going to have to keep a close watch on her because she was due any day now. Snuggling with Brent’s boot might be a sign that the time was near. She was obviously nesting.“I really hate to take the boot away from you, sugar, but I’m going to have to.” She was also going to have to tell Brent to stop tempting the poor dog by leaving his boots outside. Thank goodness he had two pairs he worked in or else he’d be up a creek.After changing into her riding clothes, Tacy drove to Brent’s and set his boot on the porch beside the other one. She could see him in the corral working one of the colts. As she caught sight of him he was preparing to place a horse blanket on a colt’s back for what was obviously the first time. She headed that way, watching and listening. The colt wasn’t sure about the whole idea, but Brent was speaking to it calmly. His voice was wonderfully reassuring. The baritone rumble of it was so enticing that Tacy was certain it would calm anything and anyone he spoke to—she herself could listen to it all day long.There she went getting sidetracked again.
