“Moth isn’t my cat, and if your horse is so high-strung that he doesn’t allow cats near him—”
“He’s not high-strung in the least. He’s a very well-mannered horse. It’s my experience that horses—all horses—don’t appreciate strange cats using them as a perch.”
“Oh, so now you’re an expert on everything to do with horses as well as jousting?”
He leaned forward, his breath fanning across my cheeks, Moth’s slitted yellow eyes glaring at me as his body was slung up against the back of Walker’s head. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am an expert on horses as well as jousting. I’m a farrier. I have a great deal of experience with horses of all types, and unlike some people I could name, am not afraid to be around them.”
“Really?” I crossed my arms under my bosom shelf and put on my best knowing sm
