Janelle was sure Carter had let her win but wasn't going to argue. They walked their horses into the barn and rubbed them down.

"This will be our first Christmas together." Janelle threw a brush into the bucket and picked up another.

"Yes, it will," Carter said and smacked her ass. "What about it?"

"Carter," Janelle shrieked, and two or three of the horses stomped their feet. "Don't smack me."

"Why not? You liked it last night." Carter ...