two offspring that had proved themselves worthy dressage horses.
“Hey there, pretty boy.” She gave the horse a moment to get used to her proximity before she reached out to stroke his neck.
Keegan joined her and she was pleased that her fingers did not shake as she caressed the animal. Keegan was close, very close, and her pulse would not behave for some reason. He’s probably using you, remember? But his smile was so genuine, his presence so comforting. A few stable hands milled about, but the arena was empty except for the two of them and the horse.
“He’s a looker,” Keegan said.
“Yes, he is. My client is interested in a stallion to breed with her mare. She wants a dressage horse. It’s her passion.” She caught his snort. “Dressage not your cup of tea?”
“No, ma’am. I’m a cutting-horse man. Horses were meant to help on ranches, not jump over little white fences.”
She laughed. “That’s very snooty, Mr. Thorn. Dressage dates back to classic Greece when they trained horses to do evasive maneuvers for battle. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“I’ll pass. I’d look pretty silly in those tight white pants and the shiny boots.”
She looked down at his well-worn cowboy boots and long legs covered by faded denim and decided he was probably right. Keegan Thorn was a horse of a different color for sure. Turning her attention back to Flight of Fancy, she took his lead rope. “Let’s see about your gait, boy. Are you as good as you look on your YouTube videos?”
“Let me,” Keegan said. He took the rope from her and led the horse away.
The horse’s natural walk was perfect, and so, she noticed, was Keegan’s. He had a brisk, easy way next to the horse that was somehow masculine and graceful at the same time. A natural athlete, she supposed. She leaned back on the fence and admired the power in both of them. Something trembled against her back. For a moment, she thought it must be an earthquake.
Keegan’s mouth dropped open. “Look out!” he shouted.
Still uncertain what was happening, she glanced up in time to see the tower of half-ton bales begin to topple.
Her scream froze in her throat as the bundles hurtled down toward her.
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