may have to adjust your expectations,” Georgie pointed out, “or you’ll be living out of a moving truck.”
“I know, I know.” Sable picked up her phone and pulled up the calendar. “All my stuff will be here in a week, so I better have some place to put it.”
“No kidding.”
“Not to mention my horse.”
Georgie’s eyes widened. “You have a horse?”
Sable nodded. “A quarter horse. She belonged to a man whose cattle I helped tend. The man was retiring, selling everything off and going to live with his son in Washington. I used to ride Clover whenever I was at the ranch and could manage it.”
“So you bought her?”
“Uh-uh.” Sable smiled. “He gave her to me, as a thank-you gift. My partner and I saved a valuable mare for him one very stormy night.”
“That’s some gift.”
“What’s some gift?” a male voice asked.
Cade came up behind his wife, slid his arms around her and gave her a quick kiss. Sable had seldom seen two people so totally connected with each other, and she wondered if she’d ever find that for herself.
“Sable’s bringing a quarter horse here, a mare that someone just gave her.”
“Some gift,” he agreed. “Have you decided where to stable her yet?”
“Are you kidding? I haven’t even found a place for myself yet, let alone my horse.”
“Ryan Donovan rents stable space,” he told her.
At the sound of the man’s name, an unexpected swarm of butterflies began a dance in Sable’s stomach, and her pulse pounded so loud she wondered if the Hannigans could hear it. At once, the man’s very masculine face, his thick shock of midnight-black hair and his electric-blue eyes popped into her head. Oh, great. Now she just needed for her nipples to peak and her pussy to throb and she’d be in full attraction mode. Not good. Not good at all.
Ryan Donovan was going to be a client. She didn’t plan to mix her social and professional lives.
Oh, who are you kidding? You want to get naked and do the horizontal mambo with him so badly you can’t see straight.
“Sable?” Georgie’s voice pierced her fog. “Did you hear what Cade said?”
Sable shook off the vision. “I thought he raised bulls?”
“He does,” Cade added, “but he built a brand-new stable two years ago with a few extra stalls that he leases out. I’m sure he’ll be at the party tonight. I can get you two together about it, if you like?”
“The party,” she repeated. The other reason she’d returned so quickly. Pete Lynch’s going-away party.
“Yes, the party,” Georgie reiterated. “Please don’t tell me you forgot about it.”
“How could I possibly.” She laughed. “That’s all anyone’s talked about all week. I’m looking forward to it, and to meeting more people.”
“Well, they’ll all be there tonight, at Matt and Reenie Stark’s ranch. Pete’s a well-loved guy.” Cade grinned. “I think the whole world will be there. And very anxious to talk to you, I promise you.”
“No kidding. When I was here before, and in the few days since I’ve been back, it seems as if everyone in Rowan County knows Pete and Maura.”
“You’ve got that right,” Georgie agreed.
Sable blew out a breath. “What time does it start again? I think I have it on my phone here.” She started to scroll through her calendar.
“Six,” Georgie told her.
“We thought you’d like to ride with us,” Cade cut in. “Give you a rest from driving.”
“Oh, thank you.” Sable was warmed by their kindness. “But what if you want to stay late or something? Hang out with your friends? I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
Georgie walked over and gave her a light hug. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll leave. Don’t worry. We get up with the chickens here anyway, so early is good.”
“If you’re sure, then…thank you.”
Truthfully, she was glad not to be braving the crowd by herself. She’d met quite a few people when she’d been here before, but she knew that