Rhett had a mare waiting in the shaded aisle when Sutton reached the barn.
“Before you insult my choice,” he said, “she has better manners than either of us.”
Sutton offered the horse the back of her hand. The mare breathed against her knuckles, warm and curious.
“I wasn't going to insult her.”
“Just me, then. Good to establish expectations.”
He looked less tired than Sutton felt. She'd slept in pieces, waking each time the house made a sound she couldn't place. This morning Wade's first packet of records waited in her inbox, delivered as promised. She'd read the covering note and left the attachments for later.
For half an hour, she wanted to look at something that wasn't a screen.
Rhett handed her a helmet.
“Short loop. No heroics.”
“You rehearsed that, didn't you?”
“Only the p
