Three
“Hold on,” I said, trying to buy myself some time. “We need to, um, go over procedures and shooting schedules and segment plans before we get to, you know… horses.”
Ty laughed—a deep, knee-buckling laugh—and turned back to face me. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of horses.”
I threw a sideways glare at Eddie, who was laughing and getting it all on tape.
Only Genevieve managed to keep a straight face.
“I’m not afraid…” I insisted. “I’ve just never met one before.”
In New York, there weren’t many ways to get up close and personal with a horse. You could take pricey riding lessons at one of the few stables left in the city—which I hadn’t. You could take a carriage ride through Central Park—a favorite pastime of gawking tourists, but not life-long residents. Or you could chat up one o
