Chapter Twenty-One
He was holding her hand, walking with her across the grass to the house. Carrie took in the horses out in the pasture, ones she had never done more than give a passing glance to.
“You ride?” Ben asked. He was looking down at her, but the expression on his face was so male, confident, and cocky that she wanted to get closer still. He squeezed her hand when she didn’t answer right away.
“No, they’re Alice’s horses. She’s had them forever. I think they’re too old to ride, anyway. She loves them, but I just never had any interest.”
“That’s too bad. I love horses, grew up with them. Haven’t ridden in years, though.”
She had never taken him for a country boy, despite what he had told her about his past. For some reason, when she looked at him, she could only see the city,
