I'll Be Yours for Christmas

Read Online I'll Be Yours for Christmas by Samantha Hunter - Free Book Online Page A

Book: I'll Be Yours for Christmas by Samantha Hunter Read Free Book Online
Authors: Samantha Hunter
Ads: Link
follow racing just like any sport, and some of the guys take advantage, but it’s never been my thing.”
    â€œSo you don’t date?”
    â€œNot in season, not really,” he said, and she considered that, leaving the subject alone for a while. She hadn’t intended to turn her questions into a fishing expedition about his love life.
    So he wasn’t saying he didn’t see women, he just didn’t see them while he was driving. She guessed that made sense. She never assumed he was a saint.
    â€œHow about you?” he asked.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou date much?”
    â€œNow and then, nothing serious. I’ve been so busy with the business since Mom and Dad left. It takes up all of my time, really.”
    â€œLucky for me,” he said, almost under his breath, and Abby blinked and shot him a look, unsure she had actually heard that. She decided not to ask for clarification, and they stopped talking for a while, making their way back up the far end of the trail, and across the fields to the barns.
    â€œI’ll get the door,” she said, dismounting easily and making her way over to pull the doors open.
    It was darker by the time they returned, and in the soft, golden light that spilled out of the barn, he lookedeven more handsome, she thought. He smiled, but there was something tight about it. He didn’t dismount, and Abby wondered what the problem was.
    â€œAre you okay?” she asked, unsure what to make of his sudden silence. Beau shifted and snorted, dancing under Reece, eager to be brushed and fed now that he’d worked off some energy.
    â€œYeah, I’m fine,” Reece almost growled between clenched teeth, and in the next second, he swung his leg over to the ground. Abby was horrified to see that as he landed, his leg gave way and his other foot never quite made it out of the stirrup, making Beau jump sideways nervously.
    â€œReece, oh, no,” she breathed, steadying Beau and making her way over to help him up so that he could get his foot out of the stirrup to regain his balance.
    â€œAre you okay?” she said, looking down and stepping carefully. There was no ice.
    Reece was on his feet now, his expression reflecting stifled pain, and he walked forward, taking Beau’s reins as he limped into the barn without a word.
    Abby frowned, following. “Reece? Are you okay?”
    He paused, his posture stiff. “I’m fine, Abby. My leg just fell asleep.”
    â€œOh. I thought it might be the injury from your accident,” she said, knowing that now she was fishing. He knew it, too.
    He rested his forehead on his hand, where it lay on Beau’s back, as if he was looking for patience, or a way to escape.
    Finally, he straightened and looked at her again. “Itis. It’s not serious. I kept my leg in the same position for too long and it went numb. No big deal.”
    â€œIt could have been a big deal if you couldn’t get back up or if Beau had taken off in a panic or trampled you,” she said. “Does this happen often?”
    â€œI don’t need the third degree, Abby. I just should have been more careful dismounting. Can we leave it? Okay?”
    â€œI’m concerned,” she said, refusing to feel guilty. If that had happened when he was alone, he could have been badly hurt.
    â€œI know,” he said, sounding tired. “But it’s fine.”
    She didn’t think so, but she bit back any more comments. The easy mood they’d had all evening was now replaced with tension, and she nodded, grabbing a brush and getting Buttercup set for the night.
    Reece didn’t say anything more, and he was still limping, if a little less severely, as he put Beau away and left, walking back to the house without another word. She would have offered to drive him, since she had to take her car back anyway, but somehow she didn’t think that would help.
    Obviously falling from the horse hadn’t

Similar Books

Sidekicks

Linda Palmer

Sims

F. Paul Wilson

Haunted by Your Touch

Jeaniene Frost, Sharie Kohler