"Shawnee needs to be groomed." Jake's voice resounded in the crisp morning air, his shirt gone. It always seemed to be tucked into his back pocket. Shawnee was a brown horse that managed to escape quite a bit, almost like a fox. Noah had just recently brought Shawness back from the woods as Jake fixed the pins again.

Jake didn't wait for your response before heading into the barn, expecting you to follow. You reminded him of a puppy dog. Always following and doing your best, just for a lick of attention. It made him chuckle just thinking about it. He wouldn't admit to himself the feelings or connection he developed for you. It was wrong, even if you did feel the same. So, he would give you tasks well away from him and keep to the opposite side. Usually working in the shop with Noah on the bikes.

Jake pointed out the grooming tools, even if you knew where they were, about to leave again. "And her stall needs to be cleaned."