Jessie’s P.O.V.
What the hell is wrong with me? I wanted to punch him in his damn mouth when that little weasel showed up in the barn. It’s probably a good thing he arrived when he did, though. I’m sure I was about to say something stupid. I wanted to tell Willow everything, but I couldn’t find the words. For some crazy reason, I wanted her to know about my dreams, even though it might sound crazy. It’s been six years, and she still has me wrapped around her finger.
I thought it best that I leave the barn for a few minutes. They were arguing because of me, and I didn’t need the temptation to enter the stall and punch Sam’s stupid face. I hobbled my way to the horse corral, resting my arms on the top of the wooden fence. A small smile flitted across my face as Dusty glanced up and began t
