Page 105 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

“She roped me into helping her steal him. Oh, and she also took the truck and trailer. We’re headed to a temporary barn. A friend of hers from the circuit.”

“Name?”

“Dylan Winterton.”

“I know that name. Why?”

“You know Winterton Sr., his father, from the beachfront condo deal you made last year. You called him an ignorant prick. The son is the same.”

Nathaniel’s silence said enough.

“Why did she choose there?”

“She thinks your father wouldn’t suspect his farm.”

“Okay, fine. Send me the address.”

I quickly typed it out. “Sent.”

“Goran, listen to me.” His voice had shifted. “Dimitri is going to move fast. He will be looking for her already.”

“I know.” My grip tightened on the wheel.

Nathaniel continued. “He’s going to treat this like a declaration, not a tantrum. You understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good. I’m coming out there. I’ll take the jet. There’s a private airfield not far from that farm.”

It was a relief to have Nathaniel on our side. It meant more than I could put into words.

“Oh, and Goran, do not let her make any more decisions until I get there. I have an idea.”

I almost laughed.

“Trying to stop your sister from doing anything is like trying to hold back the tide.”

Nathaniel laughed.

“Try.”

He hung up, and I swore under my breath.

We drove a little over forty-five minutes before the land changed. The red and tan rock stretched for miles beneath a backdrop of blue sky. It looked like something from an old western movie.

Kaylani slowed and turned onto a narrow lane lined with fencing, trees, and a mailbox that looked expensive for no reason other than to look expensive.

Dylan’s place was exactly what I expected. Manicured. Clean. Built to impress. The kind of barn that made people post photos and pretend they worked harder than they did. Barns like this existed everywhere in the sport. Money disguised as discipline.

Kaylani pulled into the gravel lot and cut the engine. I did the same, and we got out together.

The main barn doors stood open. People moved through the space, leading horses to paddocks, riding in the large outdoor ring, and pushing wheelbarrows.

Kaylani didn’t hesitate. She walked straight toward the front entrance with me at her side.

Dylan stepped out before we reached the doors. He wore beige breeches, knee-high boots, and a crisp shirt. His hair was messy in a way that looked intentional, and his smile was too wide. He looked past us to the trailer.

His mouth curved up, and my muscles tensed.