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Savannah was the quiet one. Blonde, with sun-streaked hair down to her waist and eyes the color of bourbon. She spoke in whispers that made you lean in close. Too close. June was the firecracker—red hair, freckles across her nose, and a laugh that echoed across the paddocks. She rode bareback like she was born on a horse, and she had a way of looking at you that made your jeans feel two sizes too tight.

By: J.D. Rawlings

Her name was Daisy.

“And we’ve decided,” Savannah added softly, “that what happens on the farm, stays on the farm. But you have to earn it.” My Wild Sexy Summer With Country Chicks... -HOT

Two weeks later, June cornered me in the tack room. She was holding a riding crop, but not for the horses. Savannah was the quiet one