North shivered as he finished emptying the wheelbarrow for what had to be the hundredth time. Who knew horses could make so much of a mess? And in the dead of winter, no less! "No animal should ever shit that much," he mumbled, trying to wipe the sweat from his forehead without smearing grime all over himself.
"A little harsh, don't you think? They can't help themselves."
North spun around, his heart jumping up into his throat. His eyes met Cade's, and he huffed out a breath of relief, watching it fog the air between them. "Shit, Cade."
Cade's gaze dropped to the wheelbarrow for a moment. "I see that."
North laughed and shivered again. "I meant shit, you crept up on me. I was just finishing up."
"Emma Rae and the others are already inside eating." When North took the wheelbarrow back into the barn, Cade followed and leaned against one of the stalls. "Why did you volunteer to stay out in the cold, shoveling shit?"
It took North a couple of swallows before he could manage an answer. Cade looked too damn sexy in his jeans, flannel, and jacket, his Stetson low on his brow. "Why not? No one'd miss me."
Something flashed in Cade's eyes. "That's a pitiful lie, and you know it."