The sun shifted overhead, feeling warm as honey. We got to the lighthouse, its bright red stripes snappy as a flag in the morning. Steven brought Lady to a halt. “The stable master said this is the halfway point. We turn around here. Wanna trade places?”
“You mean me steer? Are you nuts?”
“If you want. I’m gonna hop down for a sec, stay on her.” Before I could protest, Steven swung his right leg over Lady’s neck and slipped to the ground. He groaned and shook out his legs.
My heart fluttered. “Don’t leave me up here with her. Geezus.”
I grabbed Lady’s reins and gripped them tight. Her head snapped up. She snorted then shifted sideways.
“s**t! Steven!”
“Relax, you’re fine. Here. Loosen her reins a little, now scoot up.” Steven held Lady’s bridle from the ground and put a warm hand
