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

om. I'