Chapter Three
Sean rode the horse at a gallop. It was the only time in the world he felt free, in command.
He’d driven tanks in the army. He’d been in foxholes waiting for insurgents to appear. He’d jumped out of helicopters and into danger zones. None of that compared to commanding a horse.
The feel of the wind biting his face made him forget about the tug of the scars when he smiled. It was the only time he smiled, because the feel of the wind on his face negated the tug of the scars on his cheek.
Equine therapy had given Sean back his life. That and the healing touch of a certain nurse practitioner. But Sean could ride horses every day. He could only see Nurse Ruhi on their appointed days, and he could never tell her how he felt about her. He was sure her professional relationship p
