A Boyfriend for the Weekend (eBook)

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55 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 01/29/2016
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-45-5
  • Model: 11229 words

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When Dexter has to go away for the weekend, he thinks inviting an escort along will be a good idea. But their plans hit a snag that leaves both men wondering what the future holds for them.

For two years, Dexter has been Jamal's client and Jamal has never been anything more than an escort to Dexter. But when Dexter has to be at a horse show, he asks Jamal to come with him. He wants to be Jamal's friend, and he hopes they can have fun while they're away.

But when Jamal's ex-girlfriend suddenly can't take care of their ten-year-old son, Kenaan, as she'd promised, Jamal has to let Dexter know that their plans for a weekend away have hit a snag. Dexter says it's fine, but it certainly changes things. Is there a future for them, beyond client and escort?

 

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Dexter

The mare fought me for her head from the first step we took together. She was green and hardly touched, the product of a family who'd wanted to breed their mare to a champion so they could produce a champion of their own with no real idea of the consequences of their actions. I was used to their type--more money than sense as they decided to bring a new life into the world with no real thought to the training a thousand-pound animal would need when she'd been loved on but otherwise largely ignored for the first four years of her life.

And now Aspire was at the age where her owners wanted to start competing with her, so they'd asked me, Dexter, horse trainer and, I hoped, an all-around good guy, to do the honors. She certainly had the conformation to be a champion. As a well-bred Arabian, she was dainty and light, with a fine head and long, graceful strides. But her attitude left a lot to be desired and some things could not be worked out with even months of training.

Like most Arabians in the world and all the ones I had ever met, Aspire was hot tempered and quick to react. A firm hand would be needed to train her. A mean one would have broken her in half the time, but I didn't want to break her spirit. I was only interested in taming her to make her a pleasure to be around and ride, instead of the skittish brat she was currently being.

I settled my hands across her shoulders and kept the reins firm between my fingers. She pulled on my hands and fought the bit, and I hadn't even asked her to do anything yet. I gave her some slight pressure with my heels against her sides and she jerked forward like a jackrabbit, sending up a cloud of dust around us from the arena that no one had thought to spray down in the middle of the summer.

"Easy, girl. Easy." She didn't settle down fully under me. Instead she tossed her head and flattened her ears back at me. My guess was that she was just as upset about this situation as I was. I had the sinking suspicion that this was going to be a long few months of training her if this first ride was anything to go on. At least she hadn't tried to buck me off yet. I was sure that was going to change though. It seemed like every untrained horse that I'd worked with tried to throw me off at least once before we were done. Most never succeeded, but I had scars and the reminders of the many nastily broken bones from the ones who had. It was worse when it became exceptionally cold outside, which, in Montana, happened fairly frequently in the winter. Most of the untrained horses I knew wanted to get me off of them as quickly as possible to avoid the work when it was that cold. Too bad for them bucking me off only annoyed me and made their work harder.

Aspire eventually did settle down enough for me to get her to pay attention to me and not her own aggravation. And after a while, I'd managed to get her to walk in a straight line for halfway around the arena. Wanting to end my first session on her on a positive note, I pulled her to a gentle stop before she could do something to ruin our time together and the progress we'd made. This early in training a setback could take weeks to correct.

When I was done putting her back into her stall in the immaculate barn she only shared with one other horse, I gave her a sugar cube. Then I went back to my Jeep and on to my next training session with yet another client. At least this horse was one that I knew and absolutely adored. I'd produced his dam, and her colt was absolutely stunning.

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Caitlin was fortunate growing up to be surrounded by family and teachers that encouraged her love of reading. She has always been a voracious reader and that love of the written word easily morphed into a passion for writing. If she isn't writing, she can usually be found studying as she works toward her counseling degree. She comes from a military family and the men and women of the armed forces are close to her heart. She also enjoys gardening and horseback riding in the Colorado Rockies where she calls home with her wonderful fiance and their two dogs. Her belief that there is no one true path to happily ever after runs deeply through all of her stories.

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