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Deacon had almost considered replying to Tyler’s text with a middle finger emoji and taking the kids back home. They’d all been over at his mother’s house for a movie night with his sister, Sydney, when he’d gotten Tyler’s texts. The thing was, he was genuinely excited for his friend, and their banter was as normal as ever. If Tyler asked for his help, no matter what he’d said, Deacon would show up. Ty was his best friend, after all, so he loaded gave the kids a kiss goodnight and climbed up into his truck to make the drive over.

He had only had one beer at his mom’s place, so it wasn’t like he was anywhere close to being intoxicated. Swinging by his house first to grab a couple shirts, Deacon grabbed a few beers from his fridge for the two to split. He arrived in one piece, sent his mom a text that he’d let her know when he was coming back over, and knocked on Tyler’s door. As soon as it opened, Deacon held out the shirts on the hangers and raised an eyebrow at his buddy. “You should just try showin’ up without a shirt. My momma said that’d be the best way to win a girl over, which, by the way, it’s weird that my momma thinks your abs are so perfect.” 

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Lou had been cleaning stalls her entire life, so it wasn’t like it was a process that required a lot of attention on her part. That afternoon, she’d promised to get a stall cleaned out when one of the hands called in sick, knowing that if it sat any longer, Jack would be pissed. As much as she teased him about making his life harder, Lou hated putting any extra work on her brother if she could avoid it, so she was working away at getting it cleaned out and ready for a new horse. Granted, she’d only been borrowing it for one of the horses she’d rescued. If she cleaned it, that meant she’d have a better shot at getting to put a horse in it next time she came home with an unauthorized horse. That happened far too often, really.

She wasn’t paying a lot of attention to what was going on in the barn behind her. The only time she got uncomfortable in the barn was when a certain dark-haired boy happened to be in with his horse. It was a beautiful horse. Lou hadn’t really memorized his schedule, she just knew when he usually came by, and it wasn’t likely that she’d see him today. With her phone tucked into her pocket, she was dancing around to the music, singing along with full gusto. When she did a full spin, she spotted someone watching her. Spinning back quickly, Lou’s eyes widened in surprise and she dropped the broom handle she’d been holding. It would be him. “Hi,” she said quickly, her face reddening. “The horses like it, uh, when you sing to them.” It was a terrible attempt at playing it cool, but she hadn’t exactly had time to prepare.