CHAPTER TEN
THE MORNING WAS NOT without its moments of irony. I fully intended to give Walker the time he needed to think things through, but despite my best intentions to avoid him, I kept running into him.
“Oh, hello,” I said as he entered Marley’s stall, obviously there to do the very same thing I was doing. “His leg looks great. See—no swelling, no tenderness, and the wound appears to have closed already.”
As he squatted down next to me to look at the horse’s leg, every atom in my body stood up and shouted a demand to throw myself into his arms. His long fingers ran lightly over the wound, and I shivered with the memory of the desire those fingers could stir up inside me.
“Good. How soon do you think we’ll be able to work him?”
I got to my feet and moved back a few paces, more to
