reeches, Everlee pushed open the white wooden gate o
from Ayla's waist, glaring at E
n't you supposed to be at hom
back, twisting her riding crop nervously
rdiologist said I needed fresh air, so Jami
mison's right hand-the one that had just been resting on
er yourself,
paces away, her vo
sn't own this country
f, looking at her as i
ce the day we got married. Who are you
ion turned their heads, whispering and smirking as they
he main clubhouse dressed in a blazing red riding
You m
arm around Everlee's shoulders and shoved
Jamison and Ayla, rolling
'brother and sister' act. What are we rol
d, his eyes flashing behin
ling, watch
Ayla's face. She dug her nails into her palms, a flas
rong with
r hands on her h
shares. If you don't like what I have to say, take you
fford to offend the Sterling heiress,
ou keep now? You're becoming m
ther riding gloves, fastening th
man who dresses up shamel
ile Quarter Horse behind Ayla,
so much, how about I give
a dozen wealthy heirs watching from the pa
learn from yo
bles, where a massive black Thoroughbred was violently ki
that horse to show
r finger and his fa
tely unhinged. Even the club's head trainer
red thrashing against the wooden bars was Phantom-the champion stallion she had
shot eyes, her chest tightened. Someone
take
verlee turned and str
spite him, a sudden wave of panic hit Jamison.
you going to throw your life away
d white as he shou
d around her sleeve, her eyes looking at
're dirtying
nt force that Jamison stumbled back half
nlatched the heavy iron bolt and stepped stra
ting out a deafening neigh as his iron
e pavilion. Jamison lu
erl
straw, she raised her right hand slowly and spoke
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