Amber arrived at the Canine Club to find dozens of people there already. She wasn’t late, but she obviously wasn’t the first to arrive either.
“Lance,” she called when she saw the broad-shouldered cowboy move through the crowd. He turned toward her, caught her eye, and gestured for her to follow him.
“Everyone outside,” he said, his voice lifting above the chatter and giggles of the teenagers gathered around. They did what he said, and Amber brought up the rear of the group.
There were approximately twenty runners here, boys and girls. The track teacher wore a jacket with the word COACH on the back in huge, yellow letters, and he moved to stand beside Lance.
He’d kept her up-to-date with everything happening with this new program on the ranch, but it was exciting to see it all coming t
