Rise of the She-Wolf
He came back with a beautiful Palamino mare, and I quickly walked toward him to stroke the mare’s head.
“I thought you could ride Melys,” he said.
I smiled happily and took over her halter, “Yes, please. She is gorgeous.”
Colin gave me a suave look, “Beautiful horse for a beautiful woman.”
I rolled my eyes and tied Melys to a pole so I could brush and saddle her. Colin disappeared and later came back with a tall brown horse, “This is my horse, R****h.”
I chuckled, “The big bad alpha Colin names his horse R****h? What is your dog’s name? Twinkletoes?”
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