"Handyman is a free story
for the visitors of the Emery LaRue website. Unedited
and I would say the names are changed to protect the
innocent, but hey, who are we kidding! Enjoy!"
For Christian, my friend. Thank you for all the fun
phone conversations.
Handyman
"For the last time, Morgan, the answer is no."
or Samantha slammed the phone back on its cradle. Since she
had inherited her uncles horse ranch, there had not been
a moments peace. Morgan was determined to buy out the
place, and if that wasn't working, he was pouring on the
charm. Handsome he may be, but a bigger ass she had yet
to meet.
"I'd rather two step with a cobra." she mumbled as she
pulled the phone book from the shelf. She needed to have
the roof repaired as well, as a large portion of the
barn. Luckily the weather was still warm, and the horses
were out to pasture. But that would change before long.
Skimming the columns, she by passed most, knowing she
didn't need a crew of a twenty to do what needed done.
Her eyes feel on a small add.
"Handyman." she read allowed. "They do repair. That's
all I need."
Reaching for the phone, she called and let them know
what she needed. She was surprised when she was told she
could expect a man out this afternoon, with a quote and
supplies should she want him to get started.
"Wonderful." Samantha said. "I didn't expect it to be so
quick."
"We aim to please, Maam."
That task complete, she grabbed her grooming kit and
headed out to the corral. She had a little time, and a
ride on Jigger was what she had in mind.
"Hey Jig." she said to the animal in the pen. "Wanna go
for a run?"
As if he understood her, his ears perked and he
playfully tossed his head. The big buckskin was amazing
to just look at. At almost seventeen hands high, she had
to specially train him to mount him. But he could run
forever. He was by far her favorite, and she took her
time brushing his long black mane. His body was a deep
gold, and he shined when the sun caught his coat. No
other but her Uncle James had ever rode him, but she had
been the first to ever set his back. They had a bond,
and Jig was good for her soul.
"We have time for a little run, boy." she talked to him
as she saddled and bridled him. It was more out of
habit. She talked to him about everything.
Leaving him standing, she walked to the gate and threw
it wide. As if on cue, Jigger was beside her. She
clicked her tongue, and he knelt on one knee. Samantha
threw herself in the saddle, and like a shot he came to
his feet, and they were off.
But when Samantha was flying across the field, as
always, she totally lost track of time.
*****
"Are you sure this is the right address?" Christian
asked into his cell phone. "Alright, I'll wait a little
while. Yes, I'll call in."
He snapped the phone closed and looked around. If there
was a place in need of repair work, this was definitely
it. The place itself wasn't so bad, but he could see it
did indeed need roof work. The barn was shabby. He could
already see it though, old style but sturdy. If done
right, this place could be something pretty spectacular.
He walked toward the barn, and noticed the corral gate
opened. In the distance he could see a lone rider, and
who ever it was they were riding like the hounds of hell
were after them. The closer they got, he could see a
bright smile, rosy cheeks and blonde hair.
Christian put one foot on the lower railing and draped
his arms over the upper. She rode well, and she sat nice
in the saddle. This must be the missing owner. He closed
his eyes against the wall of dust the horses hooves
kicked up as it slid to a stop in front of him.
"Are you from Handyman?"
"Yes." he said as the dust settled.
"I'm so sorry I was late." she was breathless. "When me
and the Jig get going, we loose all sense of time. I'm
Samantha by the way."
"Christian." he studied her over the fence. "I'm
assuming this beast of a horse is Jig?"
"Beast? He is as gentle as they come." she smiled. "And
yes, his name is Jigger, or Jig for short."
"Nothing short about him."
Samantha laughed as she dropped from the saddle, and
offered her hand. When he took her offered hand, he
truly looked at her for the first time. The jolt his
body received from the simple touch went straight to his
groin. Her blue eyes were smiling, her hair wind blown
and wild, he cheeks a rosy flush. He thought she was
stunning.
"Well, let me get him settled and we can talk." she
unhooked the saddle cinch. "Or, you can follow along."
As she unsaddled Jig, they talked about the needed
repair. He quoted her a price she thought more than
reasonable. Her arms loaded in gear, she moved passed
him on her way to the tack shed and her hip grazed his
zipper.
"Well, I can get started today, and come back out
tomorrow."
"That works for me."
Samantha folded her arms and leaned against the door
frame and watched him walk toward his truck. He seemed
to have a slight limp, but she had a good idea just what
was causing that. It had been awhile since a man had
fired her blood like Christian. Damn, but he looked good
enough to eat. She would give up next years colt just to
see him without that shirt. She admired his lean hips,
and what an ass. His dark hair was something her fingers
itched to run through. His eyes were amazing. A green
that set perfectly with his handsome features.
"Oh, Christian. The things I could do to you." she
mumbled to herself.
But at that moment, he turned with his tools, and their
eyes met. An unspoken attraction passed between them,
and she licked her lips. She could have sworn his closed
his eyes and set his jaw.
"Or maybe, I should say, the things I'm gonna do to
you." she whispered as he disappeared behind the house.
She had always been a woman that went after what she
wanted. With a twinkle in her eyes, Samantha groomed
Jig, with full blown seduction on her mind.
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