26
“What’s that smile for?”
I stopped humming one of Carrie Underwood’s songs and glanced over my shoulder. Jimmy had entered the stable. I shrugged and kept on humming and brushing Dakota’s shiny coat. She liked being brushed, and I hadn’t done that myself in a long time.
“Wait.” Jimmy halted outside her stall. “It’s way too early, you’re smiling, and you’re brushing a horse.” He squinted at me. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” I muttered.
In truth, I didn’t know why I had slept so well and woken up feeling even better. My father was in the hospital, Eric was away but I could feel the shackles on my ankles, I hadn’t called Mr. Clarkson to discuss my father’s farm, though I received a call from Mr. Nash about selling the ranch, and Argus hadn’t accepted the strawberries I brought him this
