Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"If not, I'll be sure to let you know." He grinned in response. "Good. .I'd rather you tell me straight. .I think i'm a decent cook though." He said, trying not to sound too confident. He'd had to teach himself how to cook after his parents had died and had to make sure it was edible enough for his brothers to stomach it. After a lot of trial and error, he'd finally found his way around the kitchen. "Okay, it's good enough." He took a few bites of his own then smiled. Well he hadn't poisoned her, that was a bonus. "thanks." He'd take it. "Alas, working this afternoon. I've got a couple of meetings I pushed back so I could enjoy my morning. And you?" He hid the disappointment even though he had his own plans this afternoon. "I have a client this evening and a meeting with the fire chief this afternoon."
23 - hopeless romantic - artistic - personal trainer/student - crushing on ROXANNE IVY REED
"Good. .I'd rather you tell me straight. .I think i'm a decent cook though." Rox grinned slightly at that and raised a brow, "With you usual critic being... Yourself" She stabbed a guess, considering he said he thought he was a decent cook, not other people. She was not culinary expert herself but she knew good food. She had to know to a point when she took clients out to lunch or dinner - of course restaurants were a bit different to home cooking but she felt the same rules applied. It only took a couple of bites to know he was a good chef though, probably better than her, though she felt she could take a decent stab at it in return to his effort of breakfast.
"thanks." She smiled quickly and took a couple more bites before taking a sip of her drink as she waited to hear what Rafe was up to for the day. It was unusual for her to push back work for someone, let alone a man. After her previous experiences with guys, she'd made a vow to put her work first. She was trying not to think too hard about why she had been so willing to move her clients, and how it didn't make her feel guilty in the slightest, as it would have done in the past. "I have a client this evening and a meeting with the fire chief this afternoon." Her eyebrows rose at his words, "That sounds important," she commented, more in relation to the chief than the client. "Is it a client you like at least? Or do you like all of them?" She asked, knowing most people tended to have a varying amount of like for their colleagues and clients. She certainly did.
