![]() ![]() ![]() “She just wants a bit of attention, don’t you, love?” Ainsley said. “She’s got the devil in her.”Īinsley rubbed the end of Jasmine’s nose, smiling at the warm, velvety feel of it and the prickle of her whiskers. “Careful of her, ma’am,” he said, his dark voice holding tones of lands far away. Angelo, the Romany who was ostensibly Cameron’s valet, but in reality assisted with all aspects of Cameron’s life, leaned casually on the door of the next stall. ![]() “No, I didn’t bring you sugar, you greedy thing.”Īs Ainsley reached out to stroke her, a tall man with black hair materialized from the shadows. The mare had her head over the half door of her box, ears pricked, nostrils expanding as she inhaled Ainsley’s scent. “Night-Blooming Jasmine, I presume,” Ainsley said. ![]()
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