Chester stared Giles down. Really, they’d been living together seven years, and he didn’t understand when Chester was being sarcastic? Giles seemed to be lost in his own ego. Giles smiled and turned to leave. He was riding in the afternoon and needed to get dressed and get to the stables. Lady Elizabeth would be riding with him.
Chester enjoyed the solitude. It was a pleasant but cool October afternoon, and on days like this when Chester sat reading, he’d open the window and feel the light breeze make its way up from the ocean, with just a hint of salt in the air. He could hear the distant roar of the waves as they crashed on rocks, and he could smell the leaves burning. Frank would be handling that down at the estate’s farm.
He pictured Frank with the jug ears and thick neck – as always, the image aroused Chester. Frank had a smooth, alabaster physique. They’d only fooled around that one time in the stable, when Giles had gone riding on a Sunday – and since then, Frank had avoided Chester’s gaze. Ah, well, he’d have time to convince Frank to have an encore.
Chester got to Giles’s next chapter about the steel baron who bought a ranch and brought his boyfriend to Butte. Odd, the scene Giles was depicting took place in a stable. And there was the boyfriend, all hot and bothered, climbing up a ladder with the ranch foreman, a man with a thick neck, jug ears, and smooth alabaster skin. Chester turned the page – and found a steamy sex scene.
Now how had Giles found out? This was just way too much.
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