Yes! Antonia cried, triumph surging through her as Sutton gently laid the little animal down on the ground, close to its mothers head.
She squatted down beside the man to strip the membrane from around the foals face and mouth. The mare would do the rest. Sutton turned to Antonia, a huge smile breaking across his face, and she grinned back at him.
We did it! he exclaimed, and as they stood up, he suddenly reached out and swung her up into his arms, whirling her around in a paroxysm of joy. They were both filthy, their shirts and arms covered with blood and amniotic fluid, but neither of them cared. The joy of bringing life into the world filled them. Antonia laughed, exhilarated, curling her arms around his shoulders as he spun her.
In the next moment she became aware of the reality of his body against hers. His hard chest pressed into her breasts; his arms were around her like a lovers. She could feel the dampness of his sweat against her skin. A sudden, fierce desire slammed through her, almost frightening in its intensity. Antonia wanted to kiss him, to press herself against his muscular body. She wanted to taste the salt of his skin, to rub her face against his hair, to breathe in the healthy masculine smell of him.
Her breath caught in her throat. What in the world was she doing! She stiffened, embarrassment sweeping through her. This was a client! And her behavior was anything but professional.
Sutton seemed to become aware of the peculiarity of their situation in the same moment. Quickly he set her down and stepped back.
Iah He fixed his eyes on a point just over her shoulder. Sorry. Got a little carried away, I guess.
Yes. This kind of thing doesnt happen every day, Antonia agreed, trying to smooth over the awkward moment. Her heart pounding against her ribs, she turned back to the mare, who was now engaged in licking her foal clean. The foal lay there, adjusting to its new world, its mothers lifeblood still filling it through the umbilical cord. Antonia never cut the cord right away, as it would deprive the foal of much-needed nourishment.
It looks as if everythings proceeding normally, she went on, aware that her voice sounded a trifle prissy, but she felt as though she had to say something, with the sudden, awkward silence settling around them.
Yeah. Iusually Doc uses the shower out here in the barn to clean up. But He glanced doubtfully down the wide hallway. Maybe you ought to use the one in the house. Ill take this one. I meanthat is, if you have something to change into. I could loan you a shirt, of course, but His eyes fell to her slender legs, encased in denim. Course youre pretty tall. I reckon you could, you know, wear something of mineif you wantedyou could roll them upOh, Lord, why dont you just shoot me and shut me up before I make a complete fool of myself?
Antonia had to smile. A shower would be very nice, thank you. I appreciate it. Im sure the one here in the barn is perfectly fine.
And I carry a change of clothes in the truck. Unfortunately for the state of my clothes, I often wind up looking like this.
They waited for the expulsion of the afterbirth, to make sure the mare was all right; then Antonia cut the umbilical cord, and they watched in fascination as the little foal staggered to its feet and wobbled to its mother and began to nurse. Antonia grinned, warmth flooding through her. No matter how many times she saw this sight, it never failed to fill her with happiness. She glanced over at Daniel Sutton and saw the same feeling reflected on his face.
Afterward, he directed her to the shower down the central hallway. It was small and spartan, but it was clean, and the water was hot and plentiful, which was enough for Antonia. She had many times made do with much less. Once again clean and dressed in a faded T-shirt and an old pair of jeans, she pushed her feet back into her boots, brushed through her long hair and neatly rebraided it, then made her way to the side door of the farmhouse.
She knocked on the door, then entered when a voice called to come in. Daniel Sutton stood at the kitchen counter in clean jeans and a fresh shirt, his hair slicked back wetly. He was pouring water into the coffeemaker, and he glanced over his shoulder at her as she came in.
Cup of coffee? he asked.
That sounds nice, Antonia replied, feeling a little shy. There was a certain intimacy to the sceneboth of them obviously fresh from the shower and him making coffeethat was rather suggestive. She told herself that it was foolish to think that way, but she could not suppress the feeling.
She sat down at the table and glanced around. It was a large, old-fashioned kitchen, but, like the rest of the place, neat and well-kept. She wondered if there was a Mrs. Sutton and was a little surprised to realize that she hoped there was not.
I was at another Suttons last week, she said, deciding to probe a little. Inoculating calves.
Thatd be my dad, Marshall. Just up the road. He nodded in the direction of his fathers ranch. This was a piece of land I bought from my grandmother.