Quinn smiled up at her and then gathered the reins in his left hand, put his toe in the stirrup, and swung his leg over his mount’s back with an elegant economy of motion.
“Come on, Mark. Mount up.” He’d caught me watching him.
“Where’s Blue?” I pretended I’d been looking for the horse I’d ridden the last time.
“I told you I was going to give you an easier mount. This is Kathy Thorn.”
“You didn’t have to do me any favors,” I muttered under my breath.
The horse the groom held was dark brown with black legs, mane, and tail. She stood there looking as if she were about to fall asleep, and I scowled at her. I didn’t know whether or not to be insulted.
I took the reins from the groom, copied Quinn’s movements, and settled into the flat saddle. The horse turned her head to look at me, her
