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own a riding stable, Trent. You have to ride."
    So much for the phone call.
    Disgusted for getting himself into the situation, he reached for the white horse's mane, the way he'd seen Louise and tried to swing into the saddle. The movement didn't feel smooth, but after a couple hard hops he managed to get himself into the saddle, and once again eye level with Louise.
    "Okay, let's go,” he said with confidence he didn't yet feel.
    Lucky for Trent his horse followed Louise's as she headed out of the yard. His feet swung and his thighs bounced hard against the saddle. After awhile, maybe he'd get used to the odd movement of the animal below him. The stiff saddle might be another story.
    "I'll take care of things here,” Pete called after them. “You two take your time."
    "Thanks, Pete,” replied Trent over his shoulder as he turned his attention to Louise. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. If riding behind her meant having a clear view of her feminine curves, he'd be happy to follow her lead.
    They walked the horses along the side of Cadotte Avenue past The Majestic. Several children pointed and waved as they moved past the huge hill covered with families managing to enjoy the afternoon despite the gloomy weather. Once they were well beyond the hotel, a trail came into view. Louise stopped her horse. She lifted herself slightly out of the saddle, set one hand on her horse's back hip, and looked at him over her shoulder. “How're you doing?"
    She had a knack for twisting her body into the most innocent, but alluring positions. “What?"
    She rolled her eyes and pointed to the huge white animal under him. “How are you doing?"
    "Oh, that.” He glanced at the big, brown saddle. What could go wrong? “Fine."
    "You ready to move a little faster?"
    Sticking with his honesty is best policy, Trent asked, “What do I have to do?"
    "It's easy.” She turned her horse around so she faced him and waited for him to guide his horse up near hers.
    "The first thing you have to remember is to relax your hips. Let them move naturally with the horse. If you don't, you'll bounce all over the place. Got that?"
    Trent smirked. “Relax my hips."
    "To get your horse to move, squeeze with both legs.” Louise ignored his leer. “Let's hope he'll canter for you. If he doesn't, he'll probably trot and it'll be bumpy. If he trots, keep squeezing your legs until he moves out. Believe me, a nice canter is a much easier ride. Got it,?"
    Trent hadn't heard anything past relax your hips and let them move naturally . He abandoned his honesty policy and lied. “Sure, I got it."
    After turning around, she guided her horse to the head of the trail and made a clicking sound. Her brown horse switched its tail and took off. Before Trent had a chance to even try and remember any of what she'd said, his horse sprang to life and raced down the trail.
    At first it didn't seem too bad. He clung to the tall thing at the front of the saddle and managed to keep his balance. But his horse was intent on keeping up with Louise's, and Louise seemed bent on racing through the woods at break neck speed. The animal beneath him stretched low as it ran faster. With much effort, he managed to get a clear view of the trail ahead.
    The big brown horse in front of him didn't seem to move with the same jarring motion as his white one. He watched Louise's back as she rocked in the saddle, one hand resting across her thigh. Why wasn't she clinging for dear life and being jostled all over the place like he was?
    He continued to grip the saddle with both hands while branches whipped past his face. The reins slipped from his hand and drooped over the horse's neck. Trent figured he was probably supposed to use them to guide the animal, but what difference did it make with Louise leading the way? All he had to do was hang on. She would slow down eventually.
    Wouldn't she?
    Everything blurred past him as he bounced in the saddle. He was sure he and the animal were