CHAPTER 21 | Ellie
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The party’s dying down, but it still takes us almost an hour to escape. I get caught by some old clients who want to tell me how their horses are doing and then Caleb gets caught by someone who shopped one of his yards in Ireland.
I wait for him, watching, and catch Mandy Gibson studying both of us before hopping into her Range Rover.
It isn’t over between them, I realize. Or it isn’t over for her because I don’t think Caleb notices. We walk to his car in silence and maybe it’s the drink or the evening or my excitement talking, but the moment doesn’t feel awkward for once. It’s actually comfortable.
Caleb opens my door and asks, “Drop you at the barn?”
I pause. Am I really going to do this? “Actually,” I say, gathering my dress into one hand before droppin
