Eight Weeks Later
Seated on the fence, I watched as Preta, Argus, and Minuano ran around the pasture. Soon, Midnight would be joining them. I had been two months, but finally Tom called me saying the vet had cleared Midnight to travel from Colorado to California.
I bit my nails—a habit I didn’t have—eager to see my new horse. He would be happy here. At least one of us would.
I sighed. I wasn’t unhappy, but I wasn’t at my best place yet.
Being at Hannah’s ranch with the horses brought the memories I was trying to forget in full force. I could feel Garrett’s hand on me, his half-grin, his hazel-colored eyes, the way he cared about the horses, what that goddamned barn meant to him. I couldn’t help but wonder how he was. If he had found a job and had finished the barn. If he had met someon
