The Virgin's Seduction
ELLIE came to find her as Eve was shovelling manure out
of Storm's stall. The work should have been done that morning, but Mick hadn't turned in today and Eve had offered to help out.
Nevertheless, Eve felt a little self-conscious when the old lady raised her handkerchief to her nose before saying, "Come outside. I want to talk to you."
Eve didn't argue. You didn't argue with her grandmother, and the old lady's cane tap-tapped its way back along the aisle between the row of empty stalls. Meanwhile, Eve jammed the fork she was using into her wheelbarrow and, after checking to see that she had no dirt on her hands, followed Ellie out into the crisp evening air.
It was November, and the scent of woodsmoke banished the smell of the stables. Already there was a tracing of frost on the trees in the copse, and the lights that surrounded the stable yard had a sparkling brilliance.
"Cassie's coming tomorrow." The old lady waited only long enough for Eve to emerge from the doorway before making her blunt announcement, and her granddaughter's stomach tightened. But she knew better than to show any obvious reaction, and with a shrug of ... read full excerpt from: The Virgin's Seduction ebook
