Chapter ElevenRochelle held out her hand to the chestnut-colored quarter horse and tried not to tremble. Puffs of hot breath tickled her skin as the animal sniffed her then touched her with its velvety-soft nose. She’d agreed to go riding with Irwin, but now that she was close to the mammoth beast, the venture didn’t seem like a good idea. What if she fell off? What if she got trampled? What if she made a fool of herself?
“Relax.” Irwin stroked her shoulder causing her to tremble for a different reason. “That’s just Molly’s way of giving you a handshake. I think she likes you. We’ll stay in the corral until you’re comfortable, then we can hit the trail.”
She closed her eyes and nodded. His calm assurance combined with the spicy scent of his aftershave caused her pulse to skitter, but she
