Bobby'd been working on reshoeing one of mares. Finishing the work, he moved out of the barn into the harsh sunlight. He yawned and stretched and arched his back.
A slow smile spread his features as he watched Alma with the last of her sheets. A quick glance assured him no one else was around. Drew was off his with grandfathers up the mountain, and the various other ranch hands were busy with morning chores.
The opportunity was too good to resist. Bobby stepped, slow and careful, so Alma wouldn't hear him until he slid his arms around her from behind, a hand over her eyes. "Guess who?" he murmured, his breath hot and his lips wet on her ear.