"No gloves?" he asked.
She stepped back and allowed him to begin his task of grooming. "No," she said. "I'm going to be working with a barn sour mare today, so I would like to have an unimpeded feel on the reins."
"You and your friends are fine horsewomen." He began to work a stiff brush on his horse's coat. ”As I had the privilege to witness for myself the morning of the hunt."
She nodded, accepting the compliment, after all, she was her mother's daughter. And all of Britain knew of her mother's skill with a horse.
"And, if you don't mind me asking, why are you grooming your horse?"
"Because Ghost here will allow only me to groom and tack him," he said. "He becomes fidgety when others handle him."
Charlotte just nodded her head. Every time she heard that excuse, she knew the issue w
