A Photo Finish by Silver Elsie

Author:Silver, Elsie [Silver, Elsie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult
Amazon: B09BDFRMX1
Goodreads: 57722155
Published: 2021-08-13T07:00:00+00:00

My cast is finally off. The follow up x-rays were all clear, and the first thing I did after getting that go ahead was march over to Billie’s house and get on DD.

I wanted to gallop.

To feel the wind against my cheeks and have my shirt billow out behind me as I hunch down over a horse’s back. To let the rhythm of his hooves and strong legs move beneath me like the drumbeat that gets stuck in your head. The beat I’ve been marching to since I was a little girl.

I’ve been good. Rule abiding. I stayed off the horses, even though I didn’t want to. God knows there are plenty of riders out there who wouldn’t have. Without Billie and Cole in my face, I probably wouldn’t have either.

So, I went out for a breeze around the practice track. And now I can’t stop grinning. Or wanting to ride. I would get on every horse in that barn all night long if I could. Who cares about Cole Harding licking my chest when there are horses to ride? Who cares about the brush of his stubble or the sound of his ragged breath? Who cares about the fact I let my hands wander in the shower while I recalled it?

Not. Me.

Now I have a good reason to avoid him. I can officially move back into my apartment. I can drive again! My first race back is in a couple of days! I can finally get my career back on track and stop obsessing over a man who is complicated beyond what I’m equipped to handle.

He’s not my project—Pipsqueak is. And I’m determined to get ahead with her as well. I pull my old Volkswagen Golf up to the farmhouse, feeling light for the first time in weeks. Like I have direction. That’s what horses are for me. Purpose. There’s no finish line. It’s never good enough. There’s always more. After each line I cross, I just want to keep pushing harder toward the next one, the next horse, the next win—it’s consuming.

When I step out of the car, Pippy—sweet thing that she is—whinnies her hello at me. I pull my favorite saddle out of the back seat and walk to her fence, slinging it over the top board to rest.

“Hey, sweet girl,” I murmur as she speed walks toward me, her dainty little head swinging with each enthusiastic step.

Once she’s close enough, I glide my hands over her cheek bones, one on each side, and plant a big loud kiss on the tip of her nose. Her soft lips flap around near my neck as she does whatever this is. With most horses, I’d think this might lead to a quick nibble. But not Pipsqueak. With her it almost seems like a gentle kiss.

“You’re a little weirdo, you know that?” I run my hand down her neck to give her withers a quick scratch, right at the base of her mane. She stretches her neck out and twists her head, enjoyment written all over her.

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