It was an hour before lunch. Endeavor’s coat shone, Kit having given the gelding his own mini spa day. While he picked out Endeavor’s hooves, he realized the nervousness that had been buzzing through his body all day had evaporated. When there was a knock on the stall door, he turned, a smile spreading across his lips.
“He’s looking pretty good,” Roman said. “As are you.”
Kit blushed. “Thank you.” Sporting a pair of jeans and a purple polo, Roman was pleasing to the eye, though Kit suspected Roman could wear anything or nothing and still make his heart race. “You look wonderful.” The words just popped out.
Roman winked, a coy smile gracing his lips. In one hand he clutched a messenger bag. “Shall we be on our way?”
Kit remembered his treat. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought a littl
