CHAPTER 23
“SLOWLY, TIA.”
LUKE helped her into the back seat of the SUV he rarely drove while I stuffed her bag of medication into the footwell on the other side. The doctor had prescribed so many pills Tia would rattle if she jumped up and down, and she’d been discharged with a long list of dos and don’ts. No horse riding for at least six months.
On the way home, we stopped off at Woodley Hall, the house Luke grew up in and where Tia still lived with their mother. The country pile screamed old money.
“Nice,” I said as we turned into the drive.
“It is now. It was in an awful state when our father died,” Luke said. “We almost lost it after he ran out of money. I’m sure that’s what caused his heart attack.”
Tia gasped from the behind me. “We nearly lost our home?”
Luke nodded.
“I did
