Preston’s grin was too wide. "You know, I heard you're afraid of horses. Something about the size of them?"
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I laughed, shaking my head. "Oh, this is too perfect."
Vaughn shot me a look, but there was a flicker of humor in his eyes. "I’m not afraid of horses," he muttered, though he didn’t sound convinced.
"Are you sure? Because you look like you're about to faint at the idea of being anywhere near a massive animal." Preston raised an eyebrow, pushing the button just a little too far. "You wouldn’t want me to go on a joyride without you, right?"
“Joyride?” I asked, one eyebrow raised. "You didn’t just buy a horse for ‘fun,’ did you? You’re planning some ridiculous scheme where we all have to learn to ride it, aren’t you?"
Preston’s grin turned mischievous
