“Okay,” Trey said to Daisy the next day in the corral, trying to hold his temper. Either she wanted to join the Mounted Patrol or she didn’t. He kicked the dirt at his feet and gritted his teeth against the pain the motion caused. “Stop stalling. Just do what you have to do.” He’d thought she’d broken through her fear during their tour of the ranch after their awesome kiss. She’d seemed open and relaxed around the other hands and animals. She’d fed a mare an apple and watched a steer graze in the pasture. When he walked her to her car at the end of her visit she kissed him goodbye, and that second kiss lightened his step the rest of the day. But now… He glared and thrust a finger in Big Blue’s direction. “Get on the damn horse.” He’d never gotten personal with a student before, but Daisy was unlike anyone he’d ever met. She’d gotten to him like no woman had ever done. He’d spent a huge chunk of time prepping his stallion for her first ride. The horse had been cleaned, brushed, saddled, and fussed over with carrots and sugar cubes to keep him happy.
