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Book 1 of “Baby LITE
Series”

AUTHOR: Andrea Smith

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Published By: Meatball Taster
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Edited By: My GR
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ISBN-10: 0989825000

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Maybe Baby
Playlist

"Stop and
Stare" - One Republic

"So What" -
Pink

"Super Freak"
- Rick James

"Don't You
Forget About Me" - Simple Minds

"If You
Leave" - O.M.D.

"Born This
Way" - Lady Gaga

"Viva La
Vida" - Coldplay

"Wild Horses"
- Rolling Stones

AND . .
.

"(You're)
Having My Baby" - Paul Anka

(Come on! You
knew I was going to throw that one in there - LOL!)

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:

To my
friends; they know who they are!

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER 43

CHAPTER 44

CHAPTER 45

CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 47

CHAPTER 48

CHAPTER 49

CHAPTER 50

CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 52

Epilogue

CHAPTER 1

I wiped the sweat from my
brow with the back of my hand, capturing a stray lock of brown hair
that had escaped from my ponytail. Angrily, I twisted it behind my
ear as I had countless times today.

Damn it's hot!

It was only 2 p.m. and I
had to endure two more hours in this sweltering stable. Sweeping my
pitchfork the length of the stall, I studied the piles of manure
and chunks of straw that reeked of horse urine, fantasizing about
the cold shower that awaited me back at my cottage when my shift
ended. I loved working with horses, but some ventilation would be
welcome on stifling days like this. June in southern Virginia was
torture.

Just then, Luke Winslow
came into the stable leading Ariel, a gray dappled mare, down the
aisle between the stalls. I noticed him taking off his wide-brimmed
straw hat, wiping sweat from his brow with his forearm. Luke was
tall, strawberry-blond, and leanly built. He had a sprinkle of
freckles across his rosy cheeks, which made him look like an
all-American, apple pie kind of guy. But I'd seen Luke after he’d
had a few beers and quite frankly, he could be terribly irritating
and pushy.


Hey, Tylar, looks like
you could use a beer about now,” he remarked, bringing Ariel to a
halt outside the stall I was picking. I glanced in his direction
briefly, keeping my focus on the straw. The college hands liked to
party after hours.


Sounds tempting, Luke.
All I can think about now is finishing up here and getting a cold
shower back at my place. My shift ends at four.”


Oh, that’s right. Well, I
get off at three. I got a keg at the cottage. Some of the others
are coming over later. We’re going to have a bonfire. Why don’t you
stop by, it's Friday, you know!”


I’ll see, maybe. Is Jenna
going to be there?”

He smiled wickedly. “Sure
thing. You know Jenna. She doesn’t miss a chance to party. You can
hold your own with her, though,” he winked. Just then, Ariel
decided to lift her tail and drop a steaming, fresh pile in the
aisle I'd just immaculately swept.


Oops, sorry about that,”
Luke laughed.


Damn, Luke! Move on,
please. I may stop by later.”

He flashed me a grin,
pulling on Ariel’s halter and clicking his tongue as she finished
her business. “It’s cottage number eight on the end,” he called out
as he led the horse down to her stall. “Hope to see you
later.”


We’ll see,” I called out
after him.

I was the new kid on
staff, and among the youngest at 20 years old, soon to turn 21. The
others had worked at Sinclair Stables on weekends and summers since
high school. Most were in college and one was even in grad school;
they came back to work summers to pay for college. They enjoyed the
benefits of being able to live in the cottages, which were only
offered to full-time help. I wasn't a local, having been born and
raised in Kentucky and now attended nearby Virginia Intermont
College. My major was equine studies. My dream was to work with
quarter horses and warm bloods in breeding science.

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