Wild at Heart Read Online Christina Lee, Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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He frowns. “Jesus, you don’t ever change, do you? This is about work and work alone, Porter. I haven’t seen you with the cattle in eleven years. You ever consider I just want to make sure you know what the fuck you’re doing?”

“If you doubted it, why did you hire me?”

He sighs and shakes his head like I’ve exhausted him, which is just fine by me. I’d rather he keep his distance than try to pull me in and walk away later.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t need to see you in action. I’m doing my job—nothing more, nothing less.”

That’s right, isn’t it? He doesn’t need me anymore. Hell, Bishop Sullivan never really needed me. I was a good time, and now I’m not. Just the way it’s supposed to be.

Chapter 5

Bishop

“Gonna head out before the rain hits,” I announce as the hands bring their horses in from grazing to get them saddled. I ignore the curious looks from Wade and Bulldog after my terse conversation with Porter. I don’t want them to think there’s already trouble between us.

When he called me boss, my skin tightened and my chest ached with a hollow longing. I know he hates addressing me that way, I catch it in his gruff tone, but I also like hearing it from him. Not only because it shows he understands the hierarchy ’round here, but because it appeals to this other part of me when it comes to Porter that makes me want to drag him behind the barn and have my way with him.

But no matter how much I still think about him and our time together, eleven years is a hell of a long time, and no way would I ever think we’d pick right back up.

Besides, I still don’t know why the fucker left, and until I do, I don’t want to be overly friendly with him. But we do need to work together, and that’s why, after ignoring him for days, I figured it’s time. We can’t run this ranch efficiently if there’s so much tension between us.

That’s not to say that others haven’t had problems over the years. The hands have come to blows over simple misunderstandings or stealing each other’s girls, but we stick together when we have to—during natural disasters like the mudslide five years ago, and in town as employees of the ranch. People talk, and the Sullivan family rule is to be professional and not bring scandal our way. That kind of shit affects sales and our livelihood. Employees have been sacked over stuff from disorderly conduct to insubordination. I think of how Porter has gotten around, fired left and right if the rumors are true, and again, I hope hiring him was not a mistake.

But all I have to do is watch him with the horses in the paddock to know his skills will come in handy. I can tell he longs to do more, but first he needs to pay his dues like the rest of us.

I motion to our junior groom, Pixie. The only person who uses her real name, Patricia, is Randy, her father, who’s a cattle hand and decided to bring his daughter to the ranch since she loves working with the horses—and also because her momma left them and there’s no one to watch her. She doesn’t even seem to mind mucking out the stalls, as long as she can be around them. She’s only ten, but I can already see a bright future ahead of her. She’s gotten accolades in the dressage events she competes in, which require a rider and their steed to be so in sync that the horse performs certain maneuvers with barely perceptible signals from the rider.

But horse shows entail commitment and money, something not all hands can afford, unfortunately. My parents agreed to let her ride one of our mares, Willow, because she’s such a natural. There’s nothing quite like the loyalty of a mare. If you gain their trust, as Pixie has with Willow, the bond is amazing to witness.

“Make sure there’s fresh hay in the stalls so they get their fill when we return.”

The horses are fed two to three times a day because they expend plenty of energy, and roughage is good for them. But they also have no off switch, and if they’re overfed, it can lead to all sorts of issues. Pixie has learned how much is the perfect amount.

She smiles. “Will do, sir.”

I turn to find Porter staring intently at Pixie, as if trying to figure something out. Interesting. The men are all waiting, so before I have time to reason that through, we’re on our way to round up the cattle.

Porter has only been in the saddle with our newer gelding, Arrow, the past few days, but has already been able to bring him to heel.


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