Days passed, and as autumn faded and winter closed in, Abby and Mark's arrangement continued as planned. She lived with him, they had mind-blowing s*x, and there were no feelings involved whatsoever.
By mid-November, the leaves had fallen from the trees, the landscape bare and the weather chilly. Rain fell most days, and sometimes it rained so hard that Abby wondered how Mark got anything done on the ranch with all of the mud.
Delilah's due date also approached, and the veterinarian had visited and pronounced both her and her foal healthy.
"She's young and strong," Mark had explained to Abby after the vet had left. "But I can't help but worry."
Abby knew he loved that horse more than anyone else on this earth, which might be insulting if she had feelings for him. Which she did not.
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