Hunter Derby: (Show Circuit Series -- Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Kim Ablon Whitney
Appy.”
She thought it would be funny. She thought it would be something they could bond over. Laugh about. She wasn’t sure why John was coming to Narrow Lane but it had to be something like to give them errant mail that had come to his address by mistake. Yet, he knew Pepper by name. They were his neighbors after all. Still, even if he was friendly with Kirsten, didn’t he have to acknowledge how crappy their horses were compared to his?
But John recoiled. Whereas he’d been leaning toward Zoe, almost into the passenger seat while still keeping a hand on the wheel, now he retracted back into the truck. She most certainly wasn’t winning any first impression rose with this moment.
He didn’t say anything else, just drove on to the barn.
Zoe slunk back into the bucket seat of the Wintec saddle. What had she said that was so wrong?
CHAPTER FOUR
The text came in while she was flopped down on the bed eating from a too large bag of Doritos. She hadn’t bothered to shower yet.
Free tonight?
She sat up.
Morgan Cleary.
They had hung out a few times at the end of circuit, when she was still pretty messed up on drugs. And hung out, of course, meant slept together. Each time Zoe was interested in someone new she told herself to wait, to not sleep with him right away. But somehow it never worked.
With Morgan, she felt she had extenuating circumstances for sleeping with him. First, he was Morgan Cleary, the son of one of the wealthiest families on the circuit. Second, it was around the same time everything had come out about her and the saddle stealing and she was just so grateful that anyone, let alone someone like Morgan Cleary, would want to have anything to do with her.
After Florida, she never expected to hear from Morgan again. She was primed for a full-on ghosting and set not to let it bother her. She knew he lived in New York City and had a farm in Westchester but she didn’t think he’d ever be in touch. She didn’t even think he knew she was in Bedford now. But apparently he had his sources.
Think I can be. Worth canceling my other plans?
She wasn’t going to tell him she was still in her riding clothes with Dorito dust all over her fingers and had absolutely no plans for the evening.
Just thinking of going to the game. Thought you might want to join.
With Morgan, just going to the game took on a different meaning. Morgan’s family owned the Mets. He was currently working for a farm league affiliate, biding his time until his father let him take over as president of the big league operation. Morgan also competed in the jumpers on several very nice horses. He won nearly everything in the A/O divisions and also showed in some grand prix classes.
Zoe liked baseball well enough and she liked what being with Morgan offered—a feeling of still being relevant in the show world and a taste of the high life. If she was good enough for Morgan Cleary, wasn’t she good enough for the rest of the horse show?
I’ll cancel .
In her mind, baseball game equaled tiny cut-off jeans that barely reached over her butt cheeks and a gauzy off-the-shoulder shirt, paired with strappy sandals.
The fabric of her T-shirt was so thin it was nearly translucent. Her blond hair brushed against her shoulders as she checked herself out in the mirror. Perfect.
Gone was the pathetic Dorito girl. Enter pretty girl with cocky I’m-the-shit attitude.
She went to Morgan’s Instagram. Most were riding shots but there were a few without his helmet. He was medium height and had brown hair. What wasn’t obvious in the photos was that his hair was thinning in the back. Even in his twenties, it was pretty clear he was going bald. He was good-looking, though. Not smolderingly hot but good-looking in that way that wealthy people manage to be even if they’re not blessed with gorgeous features.
She definitely didn’t want Morgan seeing her depressing apartment, so she waited outside the building for him.
Morgan drove a Porsche,
She thought it would be funny. She thought it would be something they could bond over. Laugh about. She wasn’t sure why John was coming to Narrow Lane but it had to be something like to give them errant mail that had come to his address by mistake. Yet, he knew Pepper by name. They were his neighbors after all. Still, even if he was friendly with Kirsten, didn’t he have to acknowledge how crappy their horses were compared to his?
But John recoiled. Whereas he’d been leaning toward Zoe, almost into the passenger seat while still keeping a hand on the wheel, now he retracted back into the truck. She most certainly wasn’t winning any first impression rose with this moment.
He didn’t say anything else, just drove on to the barn.
Zoe slunk back into the bucket seat of the Wintec saddle. What had she said that was so wrong?
CHAPTER FOUR
The text came in while she was flopped down on the bed eating from a too large bag of Doritos. She hadn’t bothered to shower yet.
Free tonight?
She sat up.
Morgan Cleary.
They had hung out a few times at the end of circuit, when she was still pretty messed up on drugs. And hung out, of course, meant slept together. Each time Zoe was interested in someone new she told herself to wait, to not sleep with him right away. But somehow it never worked.
With Morgan, she felt she had extenuating circumstances for sleeping with him. First, he was Morgan Cleary, the son of one of the wealthiest families on the circuit. Second, it was around the same time everything had come out about her and the saddle stealing and she was just so grateful that anyone, let alone someone like Morgan Cleary, would want to have anything to do with her.
After Florida, she never expected to hear from Morgan again. She was primed for a full-on ghosting and set not to let it bother her. She knew he lived in New York City and had a farm in Westchester but she didn’t think he’d ever be in touch. She didn’t even think he knew she was in Bedford now. But apparently he had his sources.
Think I can be. Worth canceling my other plans?
She wasn’t going to tell him she was still in her riding clothes with Dorito dust all over her fingers and had absolutely no plans for the evening.
Just thinking of going to the game. Thought you might want to join.
With Morgan, just going to the game took on a different meaning. Morgan’s family owned the Mets. He was currently working for a farm league affiliate, biding his time until his father let him take over as president of the big league operation. Morgan also competed in the jumpers on several very nice horses. He won nearly everything in the A/O divisions and also showed in some grand prix classes.
Zoe liked baseball well enough and she liked what being with Morgan offered—a feeling of still being relevant in the show world and a taste of the high life. If she was good enough for Morgan Cleary, wasn’t she good enough for the rest of the horse show?
I’ll cancel .
In her mind, baseball game equaled tiny cut-off jeans that barely reached over her butt cheeks and a gauzy off-the-shoulder shirt, paired with strappy sandals.
The fabric of her T-shirt was so thin it was nearly translucent. Her blond hair brushed against her shoulders as she checked herself out in the mirror. Perfect.
Gone was the pathetic Dorito girl. Enter pretty girl with cocky I’m-the-shit attitude.
She went to Morgan’s Instagram. Most were riding shots but there were a few without his helmet. He was medium height and had brown hair. What wasn’t obvious in the photos was that his hair was thinning in the back. Even in his twenties, it was pretty clear he was going bald. He was good-looking, though. Not smolderingly hot but good-looking in that way that wealthy people manage to be even if they’re not blessed with gorgeous features.
She definitely didn’t want Morgan seeing her depressing apartment, so she waited outside the building for him.
Morgan drove a Porsche,
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