Busty In Barn Access

"Thought you might need a hand with the last of the winter stores," he said, his voice low against the steady rain.

The heavy wooden ladder creaked. Silas appeared at the top, his flannel shirt damp from the rain and clinging to his broad shoulders. He paused, his gaze catching Clara in the amber light of the late afternoon. busty in barn

Silas nodded, his hand lingering just a second longer than necessary. "Anytime, Clara. Anytime." "Thought you might need a hand with the

They worked in a shared, comfortable silence for a while—the only sounds were the rustle of hay and the occasional low whinny from the stalls below. As they moved the final bale into place, Clara tripped slightly over a loose floorboard. Silas was there in an instant, his hand steadying her arm. He paused, his gaze catching Clara in the

The air inside the barn was thick with the scent of dried timothy hay and the sweet, sharp musk of horses. Outside, the summer storm was finally breaking, sending heavy droplets drumming against the tin roof in a rhythmic, metallic pulse.