Dad walks up, looking at the gelding’s feet and bends over to pick one up as he says, “These look real pretty. You do a good job. Maybe better than Jack.”
Knox laughs. “Thank you. I cannot wait to tell him you said so.”
“Well now, don’t go ratting me out. You’re only in town for a few weeks. I’ll need him to come back after you leave.”
He sets the foot down and heads for the door. “Family dinner tonight, Kacey. I’m grilling steaks. You come, too, Knox. You might want a jacket though, the house is only set to sixty-eight.” He doesn’t give either of us a chance to reply before he walks out the door.
What. The. Hell. Why did Dad just invite Knox to dinner?
“Umm, sorry about him. That was less of an invitation and more of a demand. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” is all he says before going back to work.
I pull out my phone to text Jessie.
Kacey
Please tell me you have tonight off.
Jessie
I’ll be getting off a long shift. I plan to head home and fall into bed. Why?
Kacey
Knox has been shoeing horses shirtless all day and my father just invited him to dinner. I need you to come.
Jessie
Hot. Take a picture.
Jessie
I’ll be there. Make me a pot of coffee.
Jessie
And hide his shirt until I get there.
Kacey
I am not taking a picture or hiding his shirt. You’re insane.
Kacey
Best I can do is make sure there’s coffee.
Jessie
Fine, I’ll text Carson and ask for a picture.
Kacey
Good luck with that.
I put my phone away and check on Knox’s progress. He’s bent over working on a back foot. I have the perfect view of his ass in his Cinch jeans from this angle. I guess this is a good consolation prize, since he put his shirt back on.
After we finish the horses and work with Buck for a while, Knox heads back to his apartment to shower. I finish chores beforerunning to my house to do the same, hoping to beat Knox back to my dad’s.
