I’m sure I’ll see some Angels.
But his call was too great to refuse, his will too strong to disobey, and she slowly drifted towards the dunes, the white, fluffy, powder-soft dunes.
“There you are,” he crooned.
Her eyes were open but unfocused, and blinking rapidly she saw him gazing down at her.
“I was…up…floating…so peaceful…” she murmured.
“Uh-huh, I know, come on now, come to me.”
An unexpected wash of emotion flooded through her heart, and sobbing loudly she fell against him.
“It’s okay, girl, you’re just releasin’ a whole lotta pent up stuff,” he said tenderly. “You cry as much as you want.”
“I feel so strange,” she muttered.
“I know, but soon you’ll feel much better,” he promised.
Her eyes needed to close again, and as the sobbing began to abate she snuggled against him, feeling the safe beating of his heart in her ear, and sighing heavily she allowed the gentle sleep to engulf her.
CHAPTER FIVE
C had knew that aftercare was just as important in the days and nights that followed, as it was directly after such an intense session.
He remained consistently affectionate, and when the stars were twinkling and the hour was late he would make gentle love to her, kissing her body with lingering lips, and caressing her with warm leisurely strokes of his fingertips. He’d dance his tongue against her sweetness, bringing her to the brink, then holding her down he’d impale her fervently, riding her forward to her release.
The edge she’d developed over the previous weeks had evaporated, and while he knew Cassie would never be easy, she was back to being her yielding, sweet self. Hannah had been ecstatic when Marty had told her that she would be allowed to work with Cassie and her horses, but his approval had come with a warning.
“You still have to take care of this house and me, Hannah,” he’d said sternly. “You know I’m an old-fashioned guy, and you can’t let things go around here.”
“I won’t, I swear. I’m so excited. Thank you. You know I love being your housewife,” she’d promised, though as she’d made her vow she was fervently wishing she really was his housewife, and there was a ring on her finger.
It was a week later that Chad took Cassie into his office directly after breakfast to explain his plans for her barn and riding ring. There was a large sheet of paper laid across his desk, and smiling happily she could see how it perfect it was going to be.
“Everything’s been worked out,” he declared. “The field is basically flat so the grading will only take a day, and the barn can go to the side of the ring here, with the two small fenced paddocks behind it,” he declared as he pointed out the various areas on the large drawing.
“Chad, this is absolutely incredible,” she beamed.
“The construction on our house will be starting this week, but it has to be one week on and one week off, so it won’t interfere with the clinics when they start.”
“Right,” Cassie frowned.
“Don’t worry, I’ve learned how to manage them,” he grinned. “No more than a dozen people at a time, and some of those will bring their own horses.”
“It’s six days, right?” she asked.
“Yep, but the first day is an orientation day and everyone meets in the livin’ room here. They spend some time gettin’ to know each other and readin’ the rules. There’s four clinics over the spring and summer, one every other week.”
“And you feed all these people in a tent by the barn. How does that work?”
“Yep. It’s set up by the barn and it’s catered. It’s a bit crowded but it’s good trainin‘ for the horses too. We serve lunch, and then a coffee break in the afternoon,” then pausing he added, “though that first night, the orientation, Hannah asked if she could cater it so I’m givin’ her a chance. If she does a good job she can do all of them.”
“She’s amazing,” Cassie remarked. “I know she’s a fabulous