He noticed her eyes were a rich, warm brown, the same color as his favorite horse.”Yes?”He realized he’d been staring. At least he had the sense not to voice his thoughts. He doubted she would appreciate her eye color being compared to that of his horse’s hide even if it was his favorite.

He noticed her eyes were a rich, warm brown, the same color as his favorite horse.”Yes?”He realized he’d been staring. At least he had the sense not to voice his thoughts. He doubted she would appreciate her eye color being compared to that of his horse’s hide even if it was his favorite.

– B.J. Daniels –

Rough Rider

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