ZELDA
The words left my mouth before I'd fully thought them through. The weather was great, and I felt a race would make sense.
Logan turned his head slowly, like he wasn't sure he'd heard me correctly. "What did you say?"
"A race." I sat up straighter in the saddle, suddenly committed. "You said she's fast. Let's see how fast."
"Zelda."
"You're afraid I'll win."
His expression shifted into something caught between amusement and disbelief. "You've been on a horse for forty-five minutes."
"Forty-seven. I've been counting."
"That's worse."
"Logan." I grinned at him. "Come on. What's the worst that could happen?"
He stared at me like I'd just asked him to set something on fire. "Many things. Many things could happen. You could fall. She could spook. You don't know how to steer at s
