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didn’t waste any time finding more horses.”
“Actually they found me, or the humane society did. I had spoken to them last week, of course.” She joined him on the pathway and they backtracked to the truck. “I—”
“Eloise!” A child’s voice rang in the air behind them. Cady’s little goddaughter Julianna waved at them, all dressed in purple. “Daddy said I could come, okay?”
She pounded down the stairs in her glittery grape sneakers. Too late to say no to her now. He lifted a brow to Eloise in a silent comment.
“Do you mind?” She bit her bottom lip, maybe worried he might get mad.
“How could I? First I was spending the morning with one pretty gal, now I get to spend it with two.” He opened the truck door for her, noticing she smelled faintly like honeysuckle.
“You are a gentleman, Sean Granger.”
“I try.”
Threads of pure blue sparkles wove through the emerald depths of her irises. He’d never seen a more arresting color. She was wholesome femininity and sunny beauty and he wasn’t sure why his chest cinched up so hard he couldn’t breathe. Probably any man would have the same reaction to her. It wasn’t romantic feelings hefelt. Probably gratitude for a friendship that was obviously cementing.
That had to be it. Satisfied with his conclusion, he waited for Julianna to skip across the lot, caught her elbow to help her up into the cab first and turned to Eloise. He knew the touch of her hand and the slender fit of her fingers against his.
Nice. This is friendship, he insisted as his heart skipped a single beat—just one. Nothing to worry about. Once she was helping Julianna with her seatbelt, he shut the door and circled the truck to the driver’s side.
“Now that I’ve joined the team,” he said as he started the engine. “What are the details? Where do we go?”
“We take a left at the county road and keep on driving for ten miles.” Eloise pulled a pink memo out of her jeans pocket. Glossy gold hair curtained her face, leaving only the tip of her nose and the dainty cut of her chin visible. “Angie from the humane society is already on site. She says there are four horses and that’s all I know.”
“Abused or just unwanted, like the last pair?” He nosed the truck down the lane.
“I don’t know.” She folded the paper back up into quarters. “They are doing the assessments right now.”
“So you don’t know if these will have the temperament you’re looking for?”
“They are in need. Cady says that’s more important.”
Julianna nodded. “They need love,” she chimed in, as cute as a button.
He remembered when his little sister, Giselle, was that age. Although she was grown up and in college now, she was still as sweet to him. He shared a smileover the top of Julianna’s head and the silent connection he felt with Eloise defied words.
Checking for traffic, he saw the road was completely clear and turned left. Fields spread out as far as the eye could see, broken only by trees, a few houses scattered far and wide and the occasional herds of grazing cattle and horses. “How are Hershey and Licorice?”
“Licorice gives kisses,” Julianna answered, as serious as a judge. “Hershey likes apples the best.”
Not exactly the information he was after and across the cab Eloise’s gaze found his again. It was a shared moment where words weren’t needed. It was nice to have a real friend, one he was in tune with.
“After they had a good bath and brush down, the farrier came by to tend to their hooves and shoes.” She fingered the edge of the paper she held. “They are sweet guys. Licorice seems relieved to have so much attention again. He’s already making friends with everyone. Hershey is having a harder time.”
“He stares down the aisle all day,” Julianna explained. “He’s got sad eyes.”
“He’s grieving. He’s especially tender-hearted and he’s taken all these changes very hard.” She’d spent the bulk of her breaks and
“Actually they found me, or the humane society did. I had spoken to them last week, of course.” She joined him on the pathway and they backtracked to the truck. “I—”
“Eloise!” A child’s voice rang in the air behind them. Cady’s little goddaughter Julianna waved at them, all dressed in purple. “Daddy said I could come, okay?”
She pounded down the stairs in her glittery grape sneakers. Too late to say no to her now. He lifted a brow to Eloise in a silent comment.
“Do you mind?” She bit her bottom lip, maybe worried he might get mad.
“How could I? First I was spending the morning with one pretty gal, now I get to spend it with two.” He opened the truck door for her, noticing she smelled faintly like honeysuckle.
“You are a gentleman, Sean Granger.”
“I try.”
Threads of pure blue sparkles wove through the emerald depths of her irises. He’d never seen a more arresting color. She was wholesome femininity and sunny beauty and he wasn’t sure why his chest cinched up so hard he couldn’t breathe. Probably any man would have the same reaction to her. It wasn’t romantic feelings hefelt. Probably gratitude for a friendship that was obviously cementing.
That had to be it. Satisfied with his conclusion, he waited for Julianna to skip across the lot, caught her elbow to help her up into the cab first and turned to Eloise. He knew the touch of her hand and the slender fit of her fingers against his.
Nice. This is friendship, he insisted as his heart skipped a single beat—just one. Nothing to worry about. Once she was helping Julianna with her seatbelt, he shut the door and circled the truck to the driver’s side.
“Now that I’ve joined the team,” he said as he started the engine. “What are the details? Where do we go?”
“We take a left at the county road and keep on driving for ten miles.” Eloise pulled a pink memo out of her jeans pocket. Glossy gold hair curtained her face, leaving only the tip of her nose and the dainty cut of her chin visible. “Angie from the humane society is already on site. She says there are four horses and that’s all I know.”
“Abused or just unwanted, like the last pair?” He nosed the truck down the lane.
“I don’t know.” She folded the paper back up into quarters. “They are doing the assessments right now.”
“So you don’t know if these will have the temperament you’re looking for?”
“They are in need. Cady says that’s more important.”
Julianna nodded. “They need love,” she chimed in, as cute as a button.
He remembered when his little sister, Giselle, was that age. Although she was grown up and in college now, she was still as sweet to him. He shared a smileover the top of Julianna’s head and the silent connection he felt with Eloise defied words.
Checking for traffic, he saw the road was completely clear and turned left. Fields spread out as far as the eye could see, broken only by trees, a few houses scattered far and wide and the occasional herds of grazing cattle and horses. “How are Hershey and Licorice?”
“Licorice gives kisses,” Julianna answered, as serious as a judge. “Hershey likes apples the best.”
Not exactly the information he was after and across the cab Eloise’s gaze found his again. It was a shared moment where words weren’t needed. It was nice to have a real friend, one he was in tune with.
“After they had a good bath and brush down, the farrier came by to tend to their hooves and shoes.” She fingered the edge of the paper she held. “They are sweet guys. Licorice seems relieved to have so much attention again. He’s already making friends with everyone. Hershey is having a harder time.”
“He stares down the aisle all day,” Julianna explained. “He’s got sad eyes.”
“He’s grieving. He’s especially tender-hearted and he’s taken all these changes very hard.” She’d spent the bulk of her breaks and
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