Sean swung down from the horse and helped Catherine slip off the side. Before her feet could hit the hard concrete floors of the table, he caught her and held her. His strong arms pressed her close to his body before he released her to the floor.
She stood inside the stable with her legs spread awkwardly. She'd never ridden before, and her butt felt slightly bruised. Resisting the urge to rub it, she followed Sean out of the stable. As she walked back to the car, she froze with worry. The tampon she'd used wasn't meant for vigorous activity, and she's foolishly worn a pair of light wash jeans.
"What's wrong?" Sean asked, turning to look at her.
"Nothing," she said quickly.
"Well, get in the car," he said. "You can't distract me from Marco all morning."
"I wasn't trying to," she murmured.
