### Mikey
Macey somehow always surprises me. I watched her face light up when we walked into the barn.
But what struck me as even more surprising was that she knew the type of horse she was looking at. I liked that she knew that.
My career might not be tied to this farm, but it’s part of who I am. It’s strange, but this aspect of Macey is undeniably attractive.
I watched her with Bucky, one of our horses—actually, he’s my sister’s horse.
Of all the horses in the barn, he isn’t the most impressive. In fact, he’s the oldest one, yet Macey focused on him, which I found interesting.
I heard Macey call out Bucky’s name, and he actually acknowledged her. Bucky usually ignores strangers; we like to say he’s a grumpy old man.
Bucky must sense that Macey is special.
“I think he likes
