The other waiters probably went to the stable to prepare the tack and the grounds and won't be back for a while.
She quickly glanced around, confirmed it was safe, and immediately rushed towards Landon Lockwood's changing room.
She suddenly raised her hand and forcefully pushed the door open.
As soon as she entered, her gaze collided with a visually impactful scene.
Landon Lockwood was facing away from the door, his upper body bare.
His lower body was clad in a pair of straight white equestrian pants.
"Who's there!"
Landon Lockwood suddenly turned his head.
There wasn't a hint of warmth in those eyes.
Lana Lowell was stunned by the sudden confrontation, her face pale.
She instinctively stepped back a half step, hastily waved her hand, stammering to explain.
"I have something to say..."
She lowered her head, biting her lower lip, with a slight blush on her cheeks.
Anyone could see she came for something.
Not to talk business, but moved by emotion.
