He nodded consideringly, and had she been looking at him she would have noticed that his eyes darkened ever so slightly.
“Have you been to the stables? I believe I promised to take you riding”. He said. He reached out and picked up his glass of wine. “Tomorrow happens to be a weekend”.
She raised her gaze to meet his, and she stared at him uncertainly. There was always a catch, there had to be something he would ask for in return. She had lived twenty years and she knew that nothing went for nothing, no one ever did things for her and expected nothing in return, and in most cases she had little to give back, most times she gave back in pounds of flesh.
“You’ll take me riding?”. She asked him, her tone thick with uncertainty.
“Yes. Unless you don’t want to go, that is”. He said as he
