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With her mind racing in too many directions, Fiona fumbled with the lodge keys to let herself into the lobby, then jogged up the stairs for her car keys and purse. She should find a place downstairs to store another set, hide her driver’s license in her car… something to make this easier the next time… s**t, she thought. Next time? What if Ian told the principal or his teacher how he knew something had happened to her? And why hadn’t she kept her cell phone on her, then she would have been able to tell Ian, the principal, well, everyone that she was fine? Better, in fact, than Lady. It wasn’t falling off that made no logical sense, at least to her, since it was only the third time she had sat on a horse, but what precipitated it. And J.J. didn’t seem to understand how it could have hap
