Cache took inventory of the equipment in the stables, weeding out any rope that wasn’t usable anymore. He cleaned up all the tools and made sure they were where they were supposed to be. He refilled the oats and feed, and had just moved onto tack when someone entered the building.
It could’ve been anyone, but he knew instantly it was Karla. His pulse skipped, but he kept his whistling going as if he didn’t know she’d really come to see him. Under the ruse of wanting to see Blade, of course. But Cache wasn’t dim, and he’d felt something between them at lunch.
He’d been feeling it for months. Surely she had too.
So he just needed to figure out what was going on with her. Then maybe he’d be able to sleep at night. Maybe he’d be able to think about something besides holding her hand. Maybe,
