The next day, Storm was out early, sitting on the fence watching Curt break in a horse. While he sat there, calling out encouragement to Curt from the sidelines, Sable walked up behind him.
“Hi, Storm.”
He looked down, and with a chill in his voice, he said, “Hi.”
“Have you had breakfast yet?”
“About three hours ago.”
“Why don’t you take a break? Some coffee would be nice.”
Storm was about to refuse when he thought maybe it would be a good opportunity to talk with her about what he and the sheriff had planned for her. “Okay,” he said and climbed down from the fence.
While they walked into the house, Storm pulled away from Sable when she tried to link her arm through his. He could tell by the look on her face that he had made her mad, but that was the least of his worries.
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