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big sister about a date, and truthfully, I don’t mind all that much.
Aurora’s always been the more romantic of us girls. She frequently has men falling at her feet, and she always picks the ones most damaged. Not because she wants to fix them in some twisted way, but I think she’s simply curious about them is all. Our family suffered tragedy, and we came out on the other side with a different view on the world. Occasionally, I wonder if she’s looking for someone who sees that in her too.
“Well, if you could toss me a bone, that would be great,” she huffs. “I didn’t do all of your chores yesterday just so you could come back and go all Secret Garden on me. Spill.”
“He was”—I pause, searching for the words—“amazing.” While I’m not a gusher by nature, I can’t help the way the words fall from my mouth, although they do no justice to the man I am utterly enamored with. “He’s . . .”
“London!”
Aurora and I both wince as the shrill sound of a woman’s voice shrieks through the barn. Before I have a chance to open my mouth, she yells again.
“London!”
Looking past Gentleman Jack, I see Charlotte barreling up the center aisle, looking like she jumped right off the pages of Horse & Rider magazine. Perfectly fitted, beige riding britches, black, knee-high boots, no scuffs, and a crisp, pale-pink polo.
“Yes?” My voice sounds annoyed yet professional. Then I wait to see what could possibly have her so worked up as to break one of the few rules every barn is accustomed to working around.
No Running.
No Yelling. She is definitely yelling.
No Smoking.
The first two are for the horses. They spook easily, especially thoroughbreds, which are notoriously high-strung, so we move slowly and consciously around them. The third is for the property. We are coming up on the end of summer, so everything is very dry in Alberta. It would only take a spark to set fire to the dry hay and, subsequently, the wood in the barn. It is, if possible, the most important of the three, and not tolerated in any way.
She scowls as she approaches us, and I wonder if it’s simply my presence alone that irritates her, or if it’s some kind of bitch resting face she has going on.
“Where is Street?” she asks.
“He’s—”
“Did you turn him out with the other horses?”
Aurora bites her lip out of the corner of my eye, presumably to keep from laughing, before leaving the barn with Jack.
Abandoning me two days in a row. Nice.
Briefly, I consider messing with Charlotte, because it seems like it would be fun to watch her run around like a chicken with her head cut off some more, but for the sake of the horses and, likely, my eardrums, I opt to clear up the misunderstanding.
“Street is in the north paddocks.”
Charlotte opens her mouth to speak, but I raise a finger to shush her, politely of course.
“He’s facing the back of the property, in the individually sectioned area.”
“He can’t—”
“He can’t be turned out with the other horses, because he has hind shoes on. I, too, was raised in a horse stable, Charlotte, and while I appreciate the”—I nod towards her, not exactly sure what she’s doing here—“help, I don’t enjoy being spoken to like an imbecile. Perhaps if we could tone down the condescending manner in which you seem to have deemed so appropriate to talk to me, then I think we can resume a professional working relationship during your time here at Willow Bay.”
Her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.
“I’m glad you agree.” I flash her the debutant smile I perfected during my years in front of the camera. “The tack you had delivered has been sorted and arranged in lockers with the corresponding horse, and there’s coffee in the lounge.”
With that, I leave Equestrian Barbie standing in the aisle of my family’s barn, choking on her own rudeness.
ELEVEN-EIGHTEEN.
I was hoping to arrive earlier than this to surprise my girl with our first date, but the break-in at the office had stolen most of my time this morning. It was a particularly odd break in—although not our first, given that the location of the office is in downtown Edmonton—but nothing was taken. Just a weak attempt at hacking our client records, e-mails, and personal information. After a three-hour meeting, I was assured that the system was secure and the faults in the security system were being rectified immediately.
As I come