High Strung
By Hannah Morse
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Morgan Tenbey, third son of Viscount Ramsbury, is called home to the family’s country estate. His father declares that it’s time to set aside his love of fast horses, gambling, and high fashion in order to take a position as vicar. Unable to imagine a life outside of London, Morgan believes he'll be miserable forever, until he meets Davie, a groom in the family stables.
Davie fled his last post in Scotland after his employer discovered him kissing the wrong person, but history seems doomed to repeat itself when Davie falls for Morgan. Can two people who feel like they’ll never belong find their way to a future together?
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High Strung - Hannah Morse
Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords
www.evernightpublishing.com
Copyright© 2021 Hannah Morse
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0359-6
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Jessica Ruth
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To Elle. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. Thank you.
HIGH STRUNG
Ramsbury Estate, 1
Hannah Morse
Copyright © 2021
Chapter One
The stallion under Morgan Tenbey snorted. The horse’s ears pricked up, and it raised its head, mouth working the bit. Morgan sighed as he tightened his knees against the bay’s ribs. Not again.
A flock of quail lifted into the sky, making a ruckus as they fled. The horse skittered and shied. Morgan kept his seat with ease. It was the twelfth time since leaving London that the animal had made a fuss over nothing.
Calm down,
he murmured, petting the horse’s neck. It’s just birds. I promise if we find any horse-eating monsters, I’ll protect you.
The stallion turned his head to eye Morgan as if judging the veracity of the statement. On you go,
he said, putting a heel to the animal’s side. With a snort, the bay set off at an easy trot down the dirt road.
The countryside of the Cotswold hills rolled away in every direction, achingly familiar to Morgan from a youth spent roaming their green fields and fishing in the streams. Sunlight drenched the early summer landscape in a way it never managed in London, and the occasional breeze carried the scents of growing things and ripening foliage with it. Much better than air off the Thames.
Self-reproach slithered down his spine. Morgan should be in the city with his friends, even if most of them had drifted off to marry or inherit. Sometimes both. Morgan missed the late nights in gambling hells where they’d all be sitting together, laughing and singing, and the days spent at Tattersalls or the racetrack. There’d be no more of that. Morgan’s father, Viscount Ramsbury, had called him to heel.
At least, as a third son, Morgan didn’t have to worry about inheriting much of anything. It gave him peace of mind. Marriage was also not a concern. However, the knowledge that his father was cutting his allowance and sending him to take up the mantle of vicar was a different story.
The bay topped a hill, his nostrils flaring.
Morgan laughed. Yes, we’re nearly there. Can you smell the oats?
The stallion danced sideways. He gave the horse its head, laughing louder as it took off at a full gallop. The wind rushed in his ears as he leaned down beside the horse’s neck, urging him on past the stands of trees crowding the road.
They rounded a bend and Morgan’s childhood home came into view. The rich, yellow stone of the manor house rose three stories, windows open and curtains fluttering. The grounds bustled, gardeners tending his mother’s prized roses, maids beating rugs, and the general cacophony from the stable yard.
A sense of peace settled over Morgan at the familiarity of every detail.
He pulled the stallion to a halt in front of the stables. Despite the run, the horse wasn’t lathered and barely even needed to catch his breath. A quick rub down, a little time to cool, and the horse could be settled in a stall with feed and water.
From the stable entrance, a groom with auburn hair under a plain cap and a shirt that clung to his wide shoulders trotted out to take the stallion’s reins. Morgan tossed himself off the horse’s back before he stared too long at the muscled forearms of the groom. He’d told himself to leave his libido back in London, but per usual, it hadn’t listened.
Yanking his waistcoat down, while remaining mindful of the horn buttons, Morgan took a step to the horse’s head.
Aye, you’re a big braw lad, aren’t you?
the groom rumbled in a low voice with a thick Scottish accent. It made Morgan’s belly clench with something best left unnamed. The man’s tongue was doing things to words that should be illegal.
He spooks easily,
Morgan said. The groom, scratching the horse’s nose, turned to Morgan. Blast, the fellow had blue eyes as fathomless as the ocean. That sea-colored gaze ran up and down Morgan, then seemed to dismiss him.
I’m good with the high-strung ones,
the groom said. What’s this fellow’s name?
Morgan frowned. "No idea. I acquired him in a game of chance. I thought he’d be