“Seriously.”
I smiled. “Well, okay, then. I can handle that. He’s gorgeous and he seems really sweet.”
“You are correct on both assessments,” she said. “He’s trying to dig up an English saddle. If he’s unsuccessful, I’m not sure how you’ll handle a western saddle.”
“Ugh. I hadn’t thought about that.” I waved my hands. “I’m sureit’ll be fine.”
“And I’m sure Wyatt will move heaven and earth to make you comfortable.”
Mmmm, I liked the sound of that. “That absolutely works for me...on so many levels. Can we go now?”
* * *
Dylan
“Yes, we can go now. He wanted us there at eleven, but I didn’t know how long you’d sleep. I’ll text him and let him know we’re on the way.”
Addison did a little happy dance. “I need tochange.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t wear this to ride, Dylan.” She frowned. “I’m not an animal.”
Addison was dressed in white jeans, booties with a low heel, and a fitted T-shirt that hugged her curves perfectly. Yep, total animal material.
I laughed. “Ohmigod, you’re ridiculous.”
“You text Wyatt and I’ll change.”
“Okay. Are you hungry? Wyatt said something about lunch.”
“Lunch?” Her stomachrumbled. “As in, he’s feeding us? You know how I feel about guys who feed me?” Her eyes got a little misty and I got the feeling she was thinking about Jake and his first peace offering lunch.
“Stop that right now!” I demanded. “There will be no moping, no sad faces, and no freaking tears, you hear me? We have stuff to do.”
“Fine. I’ll put on my big girl panties.” She began pilfering throughone of her suitcases.
I stepped into my room and texted Wyatt while Addison changed, then tapped on the connecting door. “You decent?”
“Yep, come in. I’m putting on my boots.”
I opened the door and froze. Addison was sitting on the bed zipping up knee-high black boots over her jodhpurs. She wore a fitted T-shirt, but had her protective vest and helmet laid out on the bed beside her.
“You’vegot to be kidding me.” I laughed. “Is that show gear?”
“No.” She made it sound like my question was ridiculous. “This is warm-up gear.”
Whatever it was, I was sure Wyatt would laugh us off his ranch the moment he laid eyes on her.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” she asked.
I wore jeans, an old T-shirt, and boots. “Uh...yeah?” I wondered if my attire made me an animal in her book. Probably.
We headed to the car and she threw her vest and helmet in the trunk.
“You look like you’re ready for a show,” I said as I drove. I was the designated driver since I knew where we were going.
“You say that only because you ride like a barbarian. You just don’t know. You’re ignorant. It’s okay, honey, I’m here to educate you. I’ll drag you into the high-class world whether you want it or not.”
