Trevor commands the stable aisles with the same iron grip he hides from the world, turning every dawn task into a demand for obedience from the niece whose curves soften under his stare. Juliette came to save the legacy her family stands to lose, but the stable hand's presence pins her will tighter than any saddle, making her ache to yield where she should fight.
His forearm grazes hers in the tack room's dim light, the creak of wood promising the mounting she both fears and needs, while the survey markers wait to be torn away. Yet crossing that line risks the partnership that could save them both from being discarded once the work is done.
