Jeanie
I try not to live my life wallowing in regrets or self doubt. But I was questioning if I had made a wise decision to allow Gabriel Segretto to volunteer at Second Chance.
Not that Gabe had done anything wrong. On the contrary he was a perfect gentleman. He seemed to have mellowed some since completing the program. He was quieter, more reserved than I remembered. He willingly threw himself into whatever task I gave him, whether it was shoveling manure, cleaning saddles or grooming the shedding horses.
No, Gabe wasn't the problem, it was me. Because even after more than a month apart, my heart still did a little jump every time I saw him. My body still tingled at even the most casual touch. I still found myself not only attracted to him physically… but something more. Something I
