Chapter 17
A flock of crimson rosellas exploded from the trees into a sky of perfect blue. Clancy pawed the ground as Drew swung into the saddle. ‘Wear that riding helmet or you’re not coming,’ he said over his shoulder. Sam had taken to wearing Charlie’s lucky hat recently.
‘Won’t the others think it’s a bit strange?’
‘Who cares what they think? Put it on or stay here.’
Sam looked like she was about to argue. Then she apparently thought better of it, threw Tambo’s reins over the fence, and ran back for her helmet.
Drew wasn’t quite sure how to act around Sam today. There had really been something between them last night – hell, they were about sixty seconds away from consummating that something. But then Spike had shown up. Talk about déjà vu hitting Drew over the head with a mallet.
