“Why don’t you stay for lunch?” Mason invited, flashing Iris a gracious smile.
They had just finished unloading the horse she had trained and led it to the stable. It took a little over half an hour to finish everything and Iris had already handed Mason the records she kept for the beautiful roan Arabian. From then on, he could continue with the training and earn its trust and affection.
With furrowed brows, Iris took a quick look at her wristwatch. It was just forty past nine in the morning and staying there for lunch would be an imposition. Moreover, Iris was not very interested in spending time with a boastful man like Mason Campbell. She did not want to bore herself with all his gloating.
She cleared her throat, ready to decline the offer, when they were interrupted by the ringing o
