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Steve was grateful that most of the effects of the drug cocktail had worn off by the time early afternoon rolled around. As he made his way toward Jordan's trailer, he noticed that the aisles of the livestock pavilion were beginning to fill with curious guests in expectation of the early evening rodeo and parade of horses.

Keeping one hand over his stomach that felt as if he'd eaten a bowl full of glass shards, he walked into the vast parking area, where Jordan's rusty camper sat next to a livestock trailer. Much to his surprise, Steve noticed a tall and lanky man in a three-piece pinstripe suit exit from there.

His trained senses immediately took in the body language; a set of stiff shoulders and a deep scowl suggesting that he'd been arguing with somebody, and yet, a deep sense of arrogance was exuding from every fast-paced step he took away from the trailer and back toward the guest entrance.

Steve filed his height, weight, hair color, clothing and facial features away in the many files Mike taught him to keep in the back of his mind, before knocking on Jordan's door.

"I told you this isn't the right time!", came her annoyed yell from inside.

Steve could hear her manically walk back and forth in the small camper and knocked again.

This time, the answer came immediately, when her door flung wide open, almost cold-cocking him along the way.

"Geez, I am so sorry Steve. I thought this was somebody else. Are you alright?"

Shaking off the surprise from his near-collision with the aluminum door, Steve grinned broadly, when he saw Jordan's cheeks flush at the embarrassing moment.

"Got a new boyfriend?", he asked straightforwardly, only to watch her grunt in annoyance before making room for him to enter.

"No. He wishes though. He always hustles. I don't know what makes him think that somebody my age would go out with some old dude like him. Anyways, that's not what I asked you to come here for. How are you feeling?"

Slightly unhappy that the interesting conversation had been turned into the wrong direction, Steve shrugged and slid into her bright red couch, taking in the smell of horses and leather that had permeated everything inside the trailer. Glancing around, he noted the dated linoleum surfaces in the small kitchenette area, worn out upholstery on most of the benches and broken hinges on several of the cabinet doors.

"Pretty good. One of these days it'd be nice to feel my fingers and toes again…", Steve joked and watched her sit down on his lap, before playing with the buttons of his flannel shirt.

"It takes a few times to get used to it. And hey, we've got ample of horse meds lying around here. Far cheaper than a doctor, that's for sure. It does the job when you need to get things done."

"At the rate that Savage keeps injuring his leg, you will be supplied for years.", he continued and felt Jordan run her hands across his upper body, "Who's your veterinarian? Jeffers said he may want to have Savage looked at. I couldn't find a phone number anywhere in the feed room."

"We've got two, but we haven't had Bill Elliot out in a couple of weeks. I will let McAllister know to check him out after the show tonight."

Startled when he heard the familiar name for the second time in one day, Steve shifted a bit, causing Jordan to lose her balance and slide on top of him. As it turned out, she didn't mind her new position one bit.

"You still smell good, you know that?", she said sensually and kissed the side of his neck, as Steve leaned his head against the couch.

Feeling her jet-black hair tickle his throat was quickly distracting his senses.

"Rob McAllister, isn't that the owner of the Cow Palace? He's a veterinarian also?"

"Mh hmm.", Jordan breathed before reaching for his belt buckle and pulling it open in trained precision, "He used to own a zoo, if you can believe that. He's been taking great care of the horses when they get injured."

"What are you doing?", Steve pried in between kisses, when he felt her pull his tank top out of his pants.

"Just getting you warmed up for the show tonight.", Jordan answered matter-of-factly and ran her hands across his chest, before resuming her work on his jeans, "See, Armando twisted his ankle moving bulls this morning and I need an extra rider in the arena. So I figured you and Boogy would be up for the performance. It's going to be super easy, I promise."

Sighing at the dawn of another disaster-filled equine experience he wasn't looking forward to, Steve wrapped his arms around Jordan's hips, moving her into his personal space as much as the couch allowed.

"Somehow I think you want to get me killed.", he whispered and began to breathe heavy, when she took off her gray t-shirt.

At least, he added, if the horse ride wouldn't kill him, Mike Stone would the moment he as much as sensed what was going on here.

"Now, that couldn't be farther from the truth…that's why I am giving you a private lesson right now…to work on your seat…", she countered smilingly and reached for his hands, before placing them on the bra straps over her naked back.

Realizing that he wasn't getting out of the sticky situation this time around and already regretting the mistake he was about to make, Steve succumbed to his fate and slowly undid her bra, feeling her hot breaths against the side of his shoulder as she kissed his neck and worked her way up to his lips.

Halfway distracted, when Jordan dug her fingers into the sides of his neck in ecstasy filled excitement, Steve's eyes fell on the small table by her kitchenette area. In the middle of it, a shiny object caught his attention.

It was the same type of bracelet he'd found in the manure bin.