Kate took Beaut out for a good, long workout. The horse has been cranky for the last couple of days, feeling quite abandoned and unloved. Today seemed like just the perfect time to get her out, away from the bar, for a nice quiet run.
By the time she gets back to the stables, breathing hard and leading the frothy Bay back inside to get rubbed down, Doc has already gone. She calls his name only once, but she already knows he's locked away upstairs, where it will be quieter. He'd held her especially tight this morning, complaining more than usual about getting out of bed -- especially since he's been back and under her strict watch.
New Years.She frowns, quickly getting the rest of her chores settled, and soon is hiking back up to the bar. Once inside, she scans the room thoroughly to make sure she doesn't overlook him. He's not there
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The water isn't running, but the scent of steam and soap is strong in the room due to the fact that the door is open just a crack.
He's standing at the sink, with a towel discarded on the floor, dressed in a pair of soft flannel sleep pants and a white t-shirt, combing through his hair. It's already straight and free of tangles, but he's still working through it, staring at his reflection on the mirror.
Kate eyes the wisps of steam curling from the cracked bathroom door for a minute, before slowly making her way over. She peeks her head inside to make sure he's dressed, and then pushes the door open.
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By the time she gets back to the stables, breathing hard and leading the frothy Bay back inside to get rubbed down, Doc has already gone. She calls his name only once, but she already knows he's locked away upstairs, where it will be quieter. He'd held her especially tight this morning, complaining more than usual about getting out of bed -- especially since he's been back and under her strict watch.
New Years.She frowns, quickly getting the rest of her chores settled, and soon is hiking back up to the bar. Once inside, she scans the room thoroughly to make sure she doesn't overlook him. He's not there ( ... )
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He's standing at the sink, with a towel discarded on the floor, dressed in a pair of soft flannel sleep pants and a white t-shirt, combing through his hair. It's already straight and free of tangles, but he's still working through it, staring at his reflection on the mirror.
"In here, darlin'."
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"Hey."
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"Hey."
His eyes dart to his own image, then back to hers.
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