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with the saddle.

      There was a low growl behind me and Bree whirled Buck around. “Uh-oh.”

      I caught the look of concern on her face. “What’s wrong?”

      “I hear a motorcycle. Buck loves them. He runs to the fence whenever a Harley goes by, but Rose—”

      “What about Rose?” I squeaked. The noise was getting louder and it sounded like someone was riding a chain saw.

      “She might not like…” Bree lunged for the loop of rein a mere second before Rose decided she could outrun the horse-eating motorcycle. She must have figured she was close enough to home to make a break for it. So she did.

      I just happened to be along for the ride.

      Chapter Five

      Describe your day. Use words. (From the book Real Men Write in Journals)

      Woe is me. (Dex)

      Rose came in first, with Buckshot a close second, but Rose and I were the ones that rearranged the Cabotts’ landscaping on the way in.

      Rose downshifted from a full gallop to a sudden stop and if I hadn’t been clutching the saddle horn, I would have somersaulted over her head. Instead I poured off the saddle like a bucketful of sand as the motorcycle roared past at warp speed.

      Bree jumped off Buck and ran over. “Are you all right?”

      My lungs weren’t working. They pushed out short, hot gusts of air but refused to let any back in. I could feel my eyes begin to bulge.

      “What a jerk!” Bree spoke the very words that were going through my mind. “I can’t believe he didn’t slow down when he saw the horses.”

      Riley ran up with Dex—Dex?—right behind him. My brain couldn’t quite process why he’d be at Riley’s.

      “Is she okay?” Riley looked at Bree and I was touched by his concern.

      “I’m fine,” I managed to wheeze.

      “Poor baby,” Riley murmured, dropping to one knee to examine Rose’s feet.

      Bree rolled her eyes and I realized I wasn’t the one he was concerned about. She’d told me how attached he was to his horses so I didn’t take it personally.

      “Who was that?” she asked, frowning at the veil of dust still dancing in the air.

      “Nobody from around here, that’s for sure.” Now Riley looked at me. “Are you okay, Heather?”

      The adrenaline had subsided and I could inhale again. “Uh-huh.”

      “Shaken not stirred,” Dex said under his breath.

      I looked at him suspiciously, but he didn’t crack a smile.

      “Rose never bolts,” Riley fretted. “I don’t think you need to worry—”

      “I’m supposed to get back on again, right?” I interrupted.

      Riley and Bree exchanged approving looks, but I saw Dex frown.

      “That’s if you fall off,” he pointed out.

      Details, details. If I subtracted the heart-stopping terror of being held prisoner on the back of a runaway horse and focused instead on the exhilaration I’d felt when I finally got her to stop (okay, technically it was Mrs. Cabott’s gazing ball that stopped her), all in all it had been kind of fun.

      And it had helped me forget about the twins. And Mrs. Kirkwood. And The List.

      Bree looked at Dex and then at Riley.

      “Oh, sorry. Bree, this is Dex. Dad hired him to help with the barn chores once a week,” Riley said. “Dex, this is Bree Penny. She lives down the road. And this is—”

      “We met this morning.” And I have the faucet-less bathtub to prove it. “You’re working for the Cabotts, too?”

      “I’m picking up a few jobs here and there.” Dex shrugged. “Whatever comes along and pays a few bucks.”

      “Too?” Bree looked at me and I could tell she was wondering why this tidbit of info hadn’t come up during our conversation over supper.

      “Alex hired him to do some remodeling at the apartment this summer.” I buried a sigh. “Some carpentry, painting. Faucets.”

      Dex didn’t respond except to lift one shoulder and use it to nudge his glasses back to the bridge of his nose where they belonged.

      “You never mentioned him…I mean that,” Bree said. There was a funny sparkle in her eyes that warned me I was going to get the third degree later. How was I supposed to describe Ian Dexter? Narcoleptic handyman by day, sword-wielding treasure hunter by night?

      “You can go riding with us if you want to, Dex,” Riley offered. “We’ll probably start a bonfire when we get back and roast some hot dogs.”

      I saw the color drain from Dex’s face. “No, thanks. I have to get back.”

      “I could put you on Iris,” Riley said, oblivious to the fear in Dex’s eyes. “My four-year-old cousin rides her all the time.”

      Riley may have been sensitive to Bree, but obviously he needed a bit of fine-tuning when it came to dealing with other guys. Or maybe it was a test to find out where Dex’s nerves were on the wimp-o-meter.

      Come on, Dex, I silently urged. Here’s your next line: Iris? What is she, a Shetland pony? Don’t you have something with a few more cylinders?

      He ad-libbed instead. “That’s okay. I’ll catch up with you some other time.”

      Riley might have pushed the issue but Bree must have felt sorry for Dex, too, because she came to his rescue with a simple but effective maneuver. She stepped in front of Riley, pulled her rain-straight blond hair off her neck and then let it sift through her fingers, completely short-circuiting Riley’s thought process.

      “It’s warm tonight, isn’t it?”

      Riley nodded mutely. Oh, the power of the right haircut!

      “We better get going. Daylight is aburnin’, as Grandpa Will always said,” Bree sang. She slipped her boot in the stirrup on Buckshot’s saddle and he stood like a perfect gentleman as she swung her leg over his wide back.

      I wasn’t an experienced rider like Bree, so my attempt to get back in the saddle wasn’t nearly as graceful as hers. To complicate things, Rose took a step to the side whenever I put my foot in the stirrup. I glanced over my shoulder to see if Dex would put his fears aside and help me out.

      Nope, chivalry was truly dead. He was already halfway to his car—an ancient Impala the color of French dressing. I shuddered. Maybe he was color-blind.

      Riley was the one who noticed I was having trouble and, like a knight in shining spurs, he held Rose still while I scrambled awkwardly into the saddle. I was a little nervous but instead of taking the road again, Riley led the way to the trails that meandered through a huge stand of maples on the back of the Cabott property. When I realized the trails were too narrow and bumpy to accommodate anything with an engine, I relaxed a little.

      None of us said a word as the horses nodded their way through the woods. The setting sun filtered through the branches and formed intricate stencils on the ground under our feet. I closed my eyes and trusted Rose enough to go on autopilot for a few seconds while I soaked up my surroundings, lulled by the gentle creak of leather and the warm smell of horses and summer.

      I talked to God a lot throughout the day and I tried really hard to listen, too, although it wasn’t as easy. I wondered if He ever got impatient with my rambling commentaries.

      Thanks, God, for getting me through my first day at the salon. And thank You for bringing me to Prichett. You knew I’d need a quiet place this summer to hear Your voice, didn’t you? Well, I’m

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