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to stay on a horse. It burned a slow and fiery sensation all the way down his legs, but at the same time, he liked it. Just when he was really starting to enjoy himself, the horses slowed at the base of the creek.
    It was breathtaking, like something out of a movie : one of those old ones that Casey loved. He preferred the ones with the classy guys like Cary Grant and down-to-earth guys like Jimmy Stewart, but he’d seen his fair share of old Westerns too. There was something to be said for cowboys. And this scene looked like something out of one of those Westerns, so much so that Casey half expected to see John Wayne ride around the bend. The creek was gurgling, just like it was supposed to, and the sound mixed with the other nature sounds: frogs and birds and insects.
    This was everything Casey had always dreamed that a life in the country would be like.
    Hunter turned his horse around and laughed at Casey.
    “Nearly broke my neck,” Casey said.
    “But you didn’t. You have fun?” Hunter asked.
    “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
    Hunter jerked his chin towards the view. “Looks like somethin’ outta an old Western, don’t it?”
    Casey stared. “I-I was just thinking that.”
    Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling. “A fan of the Duke’s. We’re gonna get along just fine.” He patted his horse’s neck. “Let’s get off.”
    Casey swallowed. Hard. Surely he hadn’t heard Hunter correctly.
    Or had he?
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 9
     
    I t took a moment before Casey realized what Hunter had actually meant was to get off—the horse. Even though it was a waste of time crushing on a straight guy, and he didn’t need the drama, Casey was still a little disappointed.
    Hunter tied his horse to a nearby tree and leaned over the creek for a drink. The waters splashed all over his face. Casey caught a glimpse of Hunter’s tight ass and bulging thighs fitted in those skin-tight denims , and nearly fell over from the sight of it. Why’d he have to be so hot?
    “‘s hot, ain’t it?”
    “What?” Casey jumped, suddenly certain that Hunter had read his mind.
    “The sun.” Hunter gestured. “Air’s a bit chilly , but the sun’s hot.”
    Before Casey could respond, Hunter did the last thing Casey had expected. He pulled off his shirt and stuck it in the creek. Casey let out a squeak that he hoped Hunter couldn’t hear. For as hairy as Hunter’s face was, his chest was smooth enough for his tattoos to stand out. All of them. Casey had noticed the one on the inside of Hunter’s arm, but now he saw that there were two Chinese characters on Hunter’s chest, just over his heart, and a design of some kind directly under Hunter’s belly button. If he’d studied it, Casey was sure he could’ve figured out what it was, but that would’ve meant staring just above Hunter’s belt buckle , and he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what lay south of it.
    “Thirsty?” Hunter asked, filling his canteen.
    “Is it safe?” Casey blurted out the question before he’d really thought about it.
    Hunter chuckled. “Sure, except for the nuclear spill up the hill.”
    Casey wasn’t sure if Hunter was joking or not. He was so hard to read.
    “You’re so serious .” Hunter said.
    Casey sighed. He knew Hunter was right. He needed to lighten up. “Sorry,” he apologized.
    “You are who you are. No need to apologize,” Hunter said. “Hungry? Packed us lunch.” He sat on a large boulder, leaving room for Casey to join.
    “Sure, so long as it’s not nuclear,” Casey teased.
    Hunter flashed a smile and tossed him a sandwich, which he almost dropped. He never was all that great at sports. His face grew hot and flushed.
    “So, what do those mean?” Casey gestured at the Chinese characters.
    Hunter’s face froze, something dark passing over his eyes. Casey instantly knew that he’d crossed a line.
    He backpedaled. “So sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
    “It’s alright.” Hunter’s tone