Chapter Twelve
The way to the stables seemed a little more familiar and Melody silently tried guessing the direction before Brynn took it. She managed to get it right about three quarters of the time. Which wasn’t too bad, but it still meant she’d have been lost on her own.
On the way to the tavern, she asked, “Why is your horse black?”
“It was a gift from my mother.”
“And?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “That is a very open ended question. What information in particular were you looking for?”
“All of it?”
Brynn laughed.
Her arms tightened around him and she wanted to find more ways to make him laugh. How could she resist such a sound? “Why don’t you just answer the question you think I’m asking and if you get it right I won’t need to ask a second one?”
“Why don’t you ask the ques
