LYNDSAY, PASSING A plate of cookies to the little ones, greeted Thomi as she wandered in the back door. “You’re just in time!”
“For snacks?” Thomi advanced into the kitchen and swiped a cookie from the plate in front of the children who sat at the island in the center of the kitchen.
“Share them!” ordered Lyndsay as they dove greedily into the cookies. She looked at Thomi. “WindSong foaled this morning. No problems—everything went well.” She paused a significant second and then pronounced, “The colt is the exact image of Sherwyn! Exact!”
Thomi’s eyes lit up with excited anticipation. “Is he really? Awesome! Dad seen him?”
“Yeah. He’s cornered Mom in her office. He doesn’t believe she’s innocent this time either. Been a really wild morning!” She cast her a glance, both amused and accusa
