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“No,” she said. “I’m finding something new.”
Behind them, laughter carried from the house.
Voices. Life. Connection.
Something she had spent years avoiding.
Something she now stood on the edge of.
Randi turned slightly, her gaze meeting Brew’s.
There was no fear in it this time.
Just something softer.
More open.
And for the first time—
She didn’t pull back.
CHAPTER 17
The morning unfolded slower than the day before.
Randi stepped onto the porch just as the sun began to warm the land, her gaze drifting instinctively toward the open fields beyond the house. The air carried a quiet stillness, broken only by the distant movement of horses and the soft rustle of wind through the grass.
“You ready?” Brew’s voice came from behind her.
She turned.
He stood there, relaxed, something thoughtful in his expression.
“For what?” she asked.
“A ride,” he said. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.”
“Oh, okay. Where we driving to?”
“Not a drive – a ride,” he pointed to an approaching ranch hand leading two painted mares by the reins in their direction.
Her breath caught over the beauty of them, both overo with a white base and spotted, with splashy markings and standing about fifteen hands tall. One was chestnut and the other bay.
“Horses?”
“That’s what we call them in these parts.”
She slapped his arm playfully, chuckling.
“This is such a surprise. I can’t remember the last time I rode.”
“I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
There was something in his tone—quiet and meaningful that made her hesitate.
Then she nodded.
“Mom said she had something for us first. She’s in the kitchen.”
