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when they were alone…it was intense, powerful seduction with raw speed.
A slow smile came to her. He stepped back, letting her go.
The trot was graceful, smooth, the canter elegant. A ruined lesson turned into the best ride Harley had that summer, maybe that year.
Just as she finished her course, she heard that deep, slow clap of Camille’s. She was standing on the side of the ring with the lunge line under her arm.
“You better make damn sure you master that calm before your father sticks the pair of you with a trainer that couldn’t give a damn about what you or Danny Boy needs.”
“You being replaced?” Wyatt asked, making it seem like a careless quip, but there was a serious question under his words.
“It seems. At least until Harley completes her education.” She nodded to Harley. “I already told Garrison I would not recommend any half-cocked trainers. I don’t care how many he sets up for me to interview. If I don’t already know them, then they’re not qualified to handle either of you. It’s going to be up to you to hold this train wreck together while you’re at school. I’ll do my best to fix the damage when it’s over.”
Camille let her stare linger on Danny Boy before turning and walking back to the golf cart to answer her ringing cell phone. Camille would never admit it, but she was in love with Danny Boy, his bloodline. Her first horse was from the same one, and for all accounts Danny Boy carried most of his traits. It was going to kill her to watch this horse leave her property.
“What’s she talking about?” Wyatt asked under his breath as Harley dismounted and they began to walk back to the barn so the next lessons could come in. If it were any other day, she would have stayed in the ring with those riders, but when Danny Boy had an off day Camille would not let him in the ring with the smaller hoses, the newer riders.
“My dad wants him with me at school. He doesn’t think I’ll make it back here as much for the next few years.”
“You mean after next summer, right?”
Harley looked away, then down, trying to hide the tears that were welling in her eyes.
“That’s why, isn’t it? You’re not ready …you just think it’s our last chance.”
She didn’t have a chance to respond; Ava was at her side, asking how her ride went, if she really fell off.
It was hours later when she was leading in the rescue horses from the back paddock with both Wyatt and Truman that she had a chance to dare a response to that question that had been lingering in her mind.
She knew Wyatt was mad, hurt, and he had no cause to be. At first she , too, thought maybe that was her reason, but the more she thought about it, she realized it was more of a confirmation that the time was right. If they had a thousand summers left, she would still want to connect with him that way, mark her life with the essence of him.
“That’s not why,” she said quietly as she walked down the gravel pathway leading her favorite mare, Stolen Heart.
Truman was in the next field, trying to catch the last mare.
“You’ve been tense, skittish all summer. I thought you just had a bad spring, that your mom was giving you hell. You dealt with this alone.”
“What good would it do for us both to fear the end of this summer?”
“What good would it do?” he nearly shouted. In a lower voice, he said, “Harley, I see no divide between you and me. Your problems are mine. You blocked me out. Now we have no time.”
“Time for what? This changes nothing but the fact that you know that it’s going to be harder for the next little while.”
“For the next few years ,” he said with a locked jaw. “We could have done something, plotted, planned an escape, anything.”
“I’m going to work it out. A million things can happen between now and next summer.”
“When were you going to tell me? When the trailer rolled up in the barn driveway?”
“Before.”
“Before what?”
She looked away, trying to
A slow smile came to her. He stepped back, letting her go.
The trot was graceful, smooth, the canter elegant. A ruined lesson turned into the best ride Harley had that summer, maybe that year.
Just as she finished her course, she heard that deep, slow clap of Camille’s. She was standing on the side of the ring with the lunge line under her arm.
“You better make damn sure you master that calm before your father sticks the pair of you with a trainer that couldn’t give a damn about what you or Danny Boy needs.”
“You being replaced?” Wyatt asked, making it seem like a careless quip, but there was a serious question under his words.
“It seems. At least until Harley completes her education.” She nodded to Harley. “I already told Garrison I would not recommend any half-cocked trainers. I don’t care how many he sets up for me to interview. If I don’t already know them, then they’re not qualified to handle either of you. It’s going to be up to you to hold this train wreck together while you’re at school. I’ll do my best to fix the damage when it’s over.”
Camille let her stare linger on Danny Boy before turning and walking back to the golf cart to answer her ringing cell phone. Camille would never admit it, but she was in love with Danny Boy, his bloodline. Her first horse was from the same one, and for all accounts Danny Boy carried most of his traits. It was going to kill her to watch this horse leave her property.
“What’s she talking about?” Wyatt asked under his breath as Harley dismounted and they began to walk back to the barn so the next lessons could come in. If it were any other day, she would have stayed in the ring with those riders, but when Danny Boy had an off day Camille would not let him in the ring with the smaller hoses, the newer riders.
“My dad wants him with me at school. He doesn’t think I’ll make it back here as much for the next few years.”
“You mean after next summer, right?”
Harley looked away, then down, trying to hide the tears that were welling in her eyes.
“That’s why, isn’t it? You’re not ready …you just think it’s our last chance.”
She didn’t have a chance to respond; Ava was at her side, asking how her ride went, if she really fell off.
It was hours later when she was leading in the rescue horses from the back paddock with both Wyatt and Truman that she had a chance to dare a response to that question that had been lingering in her mind.
She knew Wyatt was mad, hurt, and he had no cause to be. At first she , too, thought maybe that was her reason, but the more she thought about it, she realized it was more of a confirmation that the time was right. If they had a thousand summers left, she would still want to connect with him that way, mark her life with the essence of him.
“That’s not why,” she said quietly as she walked down the gravel pathway leading her favorite mare, Stolen Heart.
Truman was in the next field, trying to catch the last mare.
“You’ve been tense, skittish all summer. I thought you just had a bad spring, that your mom was giving you hell. You dealt with this alone.”
“What good would it do for us both to fear the end of this summer?”
“What good would it do?” he nearly shouted. In a lower voice, he said, “Harley, I see no divide between you and me. Your problems are mine. You blocked me out. Now we have no time.”
“Time for what? This changes nothing but the fact that you know that it’s going to be harder for the next little while.”
“For the next few years ,” he said with a locked jaw. “We could have done something, plotted, planned an escape, anything.”
“I’m going to work it out. A million things can happen between now and next summer.”
“When were you going to tell me? When the trailer rolled up in the barn driveway?”
“Before.”
“Before what?”
She looked away, trying to
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