Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

Her purr actually quieted his doubts a bit, and put the ache aside.  Colt had a checkered past, and had done some questionable things, but one thing had remained constant through it all... he enjoyed pleasing women.  Emotionally, physically (bow chicka >>), any way.  What used to be a game had become, to Niamh's luck, a more centered goal.  And things he used to avoid like the plague (kids, responsibility) had become something he could think about.  Maybe too late, maybe not.

"And they never come back to bother you? Must be that charm, makes them  want you to have it."  He responded, sliding into a very out of practice compliment with the ease of greeting an old friend. "Suppose this can be my tryout - see if these 'hooves' are good enough to help you with the new."