“Oh, please.I’m good, but I’m not that good.”I laughed.
Kamal grinned lazily.
We watched Puck, who continued his task, although he had noticed me.He almost lifted a hand to wave but thought better of it and kept his gaze forward, concentrating on what he was doing.
I ran my fingers through my hair.“Anyway, I didn’t do anything.”
Puck had been the one to initiate his phone call.And I wouldn’t be surprised if his agreeable behaviour was due to the weight of his guilt and the precariousness of Elijah’s predicament being lifted.
Kamal nodded.“Adam said Puck made a phone call from your room.”
“He needed some privacy.”
“A personal call?”
I shrugged.I wasn’t giving Kamal any other info.He’d have to ask Puck if he wanted details.
“Uh-huh.So, do you think that had anything to do with his change of manner?”
“Probably.”
“Well.That’s good.I won’t ask you any more questions.”
“Thanks.”
“Okay, Puck,” Kamal called out.“You can come over here and take a break.”
Puck had just gone over one of the low jumps.He jogged over to us, breathing heavily and rosy with exertion.And…smiling?
Kamal ruffled Puck’s dark hair.“I’m glad you’re feeling more congenial.”
“Yeah.Might not last.”
“I don’t want you to lose that fighting edge completely.I’d like an excuse to punish you once in a while.”
“Fuck, I knew it.You’re hoping for mistakes, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”Kamal grinned.“You’re a most beautiful mistake if I ever saw one.”
“Don’t try to butter me up, now,” Puck said, coughing and blushing.He scuffed his boot in the dirt.“You’re a cruel, cruel master, Kamal.”
“Mmm.And you love every minute of it.”
Puck glared at Kamal, a bit of his former attitude resurfacing.“Whatnow, sir?Or am I done?”
Kamal gazed back and forth between the two of us, then threw his hands in the air.“Take him to the grooming barn, Oliver.He’s done well today and deserves some time off.Maybe you can go for a swim or something.”
