The last thing you had expected to see on your farm was a rogue — as you had presumed — coming up to your farm riding a black steed.

You rushed down after tending to your horses, eyes wide and skirts swishing at the sight of such a tall figure atop an even higher stallion.

His eyes flickered over to you, making your heart leap. The even colder voice he owned was monotone, like an engine. "Hmm.. A lady?"