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“So.”
His blue eyes dance with unmistakable amusement.
“Ready?”
“No.”
“Good answer.”
He slips one hand around my waist.
“Put your foot here.”
Oh God.
My heart skips a beat, but I listen.
Of course, I do.
Because he’s right. I have always wanted to ride a horse.
“I feel like this is a terrible idea,” I murmur as I place my sneakered foot inside the stirrup.
“You trust me?”
The question stills me.
And I answer without hesitation, “Yes. With everything.”
Something flashes across his face.
Wonder.
Almost disbelief.
Like he still can't quite believe someone would hand him that kind of trust.
His hands settle more firmly around my waist.
“Okay, Princess. On three.”
“On second thought, I'd rather not.”
“One...”
“Oh God.”
“Two...”
“Micah...”
“Three.”
Before I can squeak another protest, he lifts me effortlessly.
A surprised laugh bursts from me as I'm suddenly sitting in the saddle.
“Oh!”
