Chapter 5

Besides, horses were important to him, did he really want to date someone who wanted to deny him his pleasure?

Nathan was about to put his phone back in his pocket, finish up his lunch, and head back to work when it rang. He blinked, stared dumbfounded at the screen. For a split second he hoped to see that it was Marsh, instead he was greeted with an unknown string of numbers. Frowning, he hit the answer button.

“Hello?”

“Is, is this,” the unfamiliar male voice paused. “Nathan Pratchett?”