His eyes cut from right to left and not for the first time he wished he sat atop Noir. The coal black stallion would blend in with the shadows of the falling night and the horse seemed to have an uncanny sense when it came to danger. More than once he had reared unexpectedly and thus saved André’s life by warning him of someone lurking up ahead. His hired roan was a good horse, but when all was said and done, it was an animal that never knew just one master. He responded well enough to the pressure of André’s thighs, but how the animal might react in a situation, when seconds would count, remained to be seen. Hopefully, he would never have to find out. His heart soared, when he spied the lights of Emerald Hills in the distance. Within the hour they should be home. He would deliver Stormy safe and … well, safe. She was no longer untouched, but he would set matters right the minute he had his problems settled. The idea brought up a mental image of Stormy in all her naked glory. His nostrils flared with the memory of shared passion.
