“I have been busy.I was setting up some gadgets for the new occupants of Daycross.”
He smiled.“Daycross, you say?”
“Yeah.Why?”
“I have been asked to return to our polo club for bouts against Daycross.”
“Does your horse complain a lot?”She looked into his black eyes with gold pupils.
He smiled.“I am a much better rider than I was.”
“Everyone improves with time if they practice.”
“I just took classes.”He smiled wryly.
That surprised Keska.“Oh.Well, what was your final score?”
He leaned in and whispered in her ear.“Top of the class all the way.”
She shivered, and he smiled.She sighed.“Right.Did Salat call you?”
“Yes.He’s bringing a few people with him if you want to get started.”
Jienne was looking at them with a big grin.Keska sighed.“It isn’t what you think.”
“I think he was a patron in the early days.”
Sorooth nodded.“It is exactly what you think.”
“And because he’s a psychic, he knew me again when we bumped into each other.”
He took his seat and moved over to pull Keska next to him.She was on the outside, which meant she was going to be greeting people.
“Who is Salat bringing?”Keska looked at the menu and circled her favourites.
“Khytten and a few others.”He chuckled, and his thigh pressed to hers.
“Delightful.”
He marked a few items and slid the sheet over to Jienne.
Jienne said, “I don’t know what most of this is.”
Keska chuckled.“What are your favourite things to eat?”
“Honestly?Burgers and fries.”
Keska snagged the page and ordered a few more items.
The server smiled at Sorooth and took the page.She said to him softly, “She really wants to come out.”
Keska froze.“She’s here?”
Sorooth nodded.“She’s here.She heard you were coming, and I could only keep her in the back for so long.”
Keska got to her feet and heard the patter of feet.“Mama!”
The ten-year old wrapped her arms around Keska, and she stroked her daughter’s hair.“Hey, Kessie.”
