Rae experienced something great right there at Steeple Ridge Farm, the place she’d abandoned almost two decades earlier. She remembered the charm of the horses, the calm atmosphere out in the pastures, the sense of peace that could only be found in the green leaves of the trees in the forest. Unless it was fall, and the orange, yellow, and red leaves were on the trees. Then that was the most magical, wonderful time to be in the forest atop a horse.
thatThe table in the kitchen had room for four chairs, but someone had shoved seven around it, making the space cozy and comfortable.
“All right.” Sam entered the kitchen and clapped his hands. “How can I help?”
“Sit down,” Missy said. “The food is ready.” She cut a glance at Ben and Tucker as they came into the farmhouse, laughter in their v
