“Trent?” I exclaim and turn, running for the door of the stables. “He’s come back!”
Kelly follows me to the door to witness a horse with one Trent atop her, circling the loop before the barn. Trent climbs down from his horse and walks toward us. He’s removing his gloves, one finger at a time, while moving toward me.
“What is your problem?” he asks, sounding irritated.
“Just worried about you, man,” I say it, with the hope that he realizes what he’s doing to the ranch and the hands. “You know, as a leader, it’s not acceptable for you to run off and leave your posts hanging.”
“Look, I just needed to get away and think for a minute,” he says heatedly. “Have you ever needed to just blow off some steam?”
Kelly steps forward with her hands on the zipper of her work suit. Unzipping it and rubbing her hand over his massive pecs, she says, “I’ll help you blow,” she looks at me and then him, still having a hand on his chest, “off some steam.”
She wryly says with a seductive smile.
Kelly grabs Trent by the shirt and pulls him in for a deep kiss.