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snakes, but the pain in his feet was telling him to be a little bit more reasonable about the situation.
    With wisdom being the better part of valor, he climbed up into the saddle behind her and they continued their journey back to the barn in that fashion, though in complete silence as each wandered off into a whole new set of thoughts that suddenly emerged as the instant chemistry between them made relevant by the fact that both of their minds were now open to something new, not to mention the proximity of their bodies.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    The ride home had stirred things inside of her that she had tried so desperately in the weeks before to kill and if she had been in the turmoil of emotions before hand, they certainly didn’t measure up to the new set which assailed her after that ride back to the ranch. Although she willingly would speak to him and didn’t go out of her way to avoid him anymore, she still wasn’t exactly sure what to say to him. If she were to be completely honest with herself, words weren’t exactly the way that she wanted to interact with him.
    The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, the feel of his breath upon her hair and the feel of his body pressing up against her as they moved together to the swaying motion on the back of the horse reminded her of another urge that had disappeared since she left Boston. She had actually despised the thought of any form of sex until that fateful ride had brought it back to her in full force.
    Not only was the experience on the horse arousing, but the picture of his well endowed, buff body standing naked before her continued to entice her as well. The problem however, was that she was still in a state of mind in which the fresh wounds of her recent break up kept her firmly in their control. She would force every thought of anything more than a casual friendship with her best friend’s brother out of her mind.
    The temptation to use him for revenge sex was there and she had nearly carried it out when they had returned to the barn that day. He had helped her off of the horse and the two had paused with their eyes locked upon each other. Had either made in sort of move toward anything more, they would have been literally rolling in the hay together, but they both turned away, though God help her, she wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was a sign that there was something better for the two of them?
    She had settled her mind upon friendship, but she began to notice him and watch what he was doing. She began to get up earlier and watch the doorway to his house. Very early, he would emerge and stroll down to the barn. Though she couldn’t hear him, she imagined that he whistled softly, because the quiet smile and relaxed look upon his face spoke of a deep form of contentment. She often observed him working around the barn, observing him as he worked the young horses, not in the rough way that was common to the older methods of horse training, but to a newer, gradual method which seemed to form more of a partnership than a master/subject relationship. In this way, the battle for her heart was kept in a constant turmoil as the one side swore to remain aloof and distant from all human males and the other longed for the stronger, gentler type that she had never known before.
    The dichotomy of his strength and gentleness eluded her for quite some time; however it served to draw her toward him as she studied the novel phenomenon which was before her eyes. It wasn’t long before she decided to see if he would take her with him when he went out to ride. Therefore, it was this motivation which had her lingering in the barn one morning rather than watching for him out the window.
    She had been correct in her assumption and heard him whistling softly as he approached the barn, unaware that anyone else was around. She slipped back into an empty stall and decided to watch him. He went directly to his favorite horse Charlie with a bridle in his hand, continuing to whistle the