Inside the speeding car, Eleanor looked out the window. She slightly frowned as she asked in a soft voice, "Mr. Anderson, where are we going?"
Asher replied, "The racetrack."
Eleanor was puzzled, and her frown deepened. "Why are we going to the racetrack?"
Asher's slender fingers casually spun the steering wheel. He replied indifferently, "Didn't I mention it before? I'm taking you horse riding. I'm a man of my words."
Eleanor gazed out at the fading daylight and pressed her lips gently. She reminded him, "It's getting dark."
Asher responded, "There are lights outside, so darkness isn't an issue. But it does get cold at night. You can ride indoors."
Eleanor didn't argue further. Asher had clearly thought everything through, leaving her no room to protest.
Soon, they arrived back a
