It made me feel good to make them all breakfast, and not because I liked to cook.
Because I felt like I was doing something for them after all they’d done for me.
Though, I would never tell Battle that.
Hell no.
I’d hold that to me until I died.
“Glad you liked them.”
We walked, or our horses did.
Then I asked, “Hey, do you know if Tempie is seeing someone?”
He turned his head to me. “Why do you ask?”
“Because Chassie said she’s seeing someone.”
“Chassie knows?”
I guess that rumor was true.
“She is? Tempie, I mean.”
He nodded and turned forward. “She is.”
“So, he’s not a candidate?”
At that, he whipped his head toward me.
“Oh yes, Battle, she used the word,” I shared.
Again, he turned forward, muttering, “I’m seeing the disadvantages of you being close to my sisters.”
“Really? You and Tempie use the word candidate?”
“Tighten the reins, don’t pull, and squeeze her with your full leg, not your thighs,” he instructed.
I did that, and Noelle stopped.
Well, hell.
It worked!
His blood bay, Oberon, stopped too.
“You should know something,” he announced.
Oh boy.
“What?” I asked.
“I will never live anywhere but The Downs or Burleigh House.”
“You are the duke, so I can’t say that’s a surprise.”
“And neither will my sisters.”
