(Three Months Later)
“So you’re quitting on me, eh?” Blake called, joining me at the fence.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not quitting. I’m just taking a leave of absence, I think. I’m not sure yet. Besides, I found a replacement. You can’t complain too much.”
Amelie rode around the field on Nightshade, Blake’s black stallion. She was just as good with horses as I was. Blake stood beside me—leaning his elbows over the fence—watching her with a skeptical eye. “I don’t know if she’s as good as you, but I’ll see what she’s got. She can start on Monday.”
