Chapter 45
Hana left Will to his diet of sandwich and sarcasm and headed for the stables. The clatter of unshod feet drew her to a loose box in the corner and Sacha’s dappled head poked over the top, at the sound of Hana’s soft tread. “Hey, gorgeous.” The woman responded to the soft wicker and kissed the downy spot just above the mare’s lips. “Nice whiskers,” Hana giggled and Sacha shook her head, causing the long, curly mane to swish from side to side. “Don’t worry, it’s an age thing. Logan would freak if he ever saw mine.”
The huge head pushed at Hana’s stomach and she stepped back defensively. Sacha’s blue eye narrowed in a wink and the brown one blinked slightly later as she scented the apple in the pocket of Hana’s hoodie. “I forgot about that.” Hana extracted it with difficulty, it
