The Lost Nut.

His words kept echoing in my head as the night approached.

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"What are you doing?" I choked on my juice when Ander's left hand falls on my thighs during dinner. Hindly glanced up at us but made no comment.

We're having Beef Casserole, pasta and meatballs and two whole jars of orange juice.

It turns out that Darcy doesn't quite live here. Her little cottage is a few feets away from the stables.

True to his words, Ander's is well made. He has over 200 healthy horses which he lends out for sports and also sells too. Not to mention his field of bulls opposite the ranch building.

"What?" He asked smugly. "You don't like the spot I placed it? Shall I take it up a bit?" I gulped as his palm kept trailing upwards till they reached my bare waist.

I stood up now, nearly tipping the jar of juice over. "You're crazy right?"

The nerve.