“Is ah, is he still watching?”
Jake slides the strap through the buckle, tightens it. “Pretending not to,” he says with a grin. “Don’t worry about it, chap, there’s no fault with a spot of good, honest work. There, you’re set to go.”
“I know,” you answer. “Just wish he wouldn’t stare.”
Jake’s moved on to Rufioh, helping him arrange the tack where he can’t reach. His sun-browned hands move steadily, almost on auto-pilot.
“Just ignore him,” Rufioh says. “He’ll get over it someday.” A pause. “Probably,” he amends, with a wry smile and a shrug.
A snap of leather, Jake steps back to survey his work. Adjusts the harness over Rufioh’s back and nods to himself. “Quite surprised he showed up as early as he did. Whatever floats his boat, I suppose,” he gives a careless shrug, dismissing it. “Ready to get hooked up, then?”
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