Wild Horses Read Free

to say. The man’s presence was definitely having an effect on her. Very odd, Georgia. You haven’t noticed any member of the opposite sex in over a year, since before Mom got sick.
    Jonathan cleared his throat, “I don’t mean to be too forward, but is there any way I can see some of the photos you took?”
    Georgia’s eyes strayed to his glove-covered hands. Surely a man like this had to be married. Wait a minute, girl, why do you care? Are you finally ready to get back to living? Could someone like this be worth leaving your funk behind? “Sure, I wouldn’t mind. Although, you can’t get an idea scrolling through them on the camera.” She paused before asking, “Do you have an email address? I could send you the better ones.” At the last minute she added, “If you guys live close to Santa Fe, you could stop by my coffee shop.”
    “We actually live in Rio Rancho. My dad watches Aiden for me when I work.” He patted his jeans’ pockets with his free hand. “I could give you my email if you have something to write on. I don’t have anything with me.”
    Interesting. If Jonathan’s father watched Aiden, maybe there wasn’t a wife in the picture. “Sure. Hang on a sec.” Georgia walked around to the passenger’s side door. Jonathan followed. She opened the door and rummaged through her purse, finally locating a business card. She turned and handed it to him, “My email’s on there. Why don’t you write me, and then I’ll respond with the pictures?”
    He turned the card over in his hand. Aiden grabbed for it. “No, son, Daddy needs this.”
    Georgia chuckled. She grabbed another card out of her purse. “Here ya go. One of your own.” She handed the card to the boy who hesitantly reached for it.
    Jonathan whispered to his son, “What do you say?”
    Sweet brown eyes looked up through long lashes. His voice was soft, “Thank you.”
    “Good job, kiddo.” Jonathan met her eyes. His brown eyes twinkled. Oh, it would be so easy to get lost in those. “We don’t want to keep you, but thanks again.” He slid the card into his back pocket.
    “You’re welcome. Nice to meet you both.”
    Georgia fired up her car as the two walked toward a black pick-up truck parked farther up the road. She found herself smiling as she headed back to Santa Fe.

    ****

    It took almost a week before she had a chance to download her photos. Business was booming, and by the time she got home, Georgia was beat. A couple days prior, she’d received an email from Jonathan, thanking her again for being willing to share the photos. She sent him a quick response, telling him she hadn’t looked at the photos yet, but that she hoped to get to them soon.
    Curled up under her down comforter, she sipped a cup of hot tea while the photos transferred. Mr. Biggis hopped up on the bed and started scratching his chin on the corner of her laptop. She tapped her fingers impatiently as she waited for her computer.
    “Hey, big boy, you need some attention?” she rubbed the patch of fur between his eyes as he purred lovingly.
    “Ah, good,” she murmured as the last of the photos loaded. Mr. Biggis walked over and plopped down against her leg.
    She took her time clicking through more than three hundred photographs. One of the landscape pictures with the fence and the mountains turned out particularly well.
    Next, she reviewed the photos of the horses. Georgia selected a handful of potential shots; one or two of those would likely end up on the coffee shop’s wall.
    “Time to check out the shots of Jonathan and Aiden.” The boys hadn’t been far from her mind. She wondered about Jonathan and what he did for a living. She guessed Aiden was around four or five. Even though she was only thirty-one and had plenty of time to have children, Georgia never saw herself as a mother. Aiden made her reconsider. He was well-behaved and cute as a button.
    Georgia’s jaw dropped as she browsed through their photos. Several of the shots of Jonathan