A Second Chance (The Publicist, Book Four) by George Christina

Author:George, Christina [George, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-07-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“How long has it been since you’ve ridden a horse?” Sydney smiled as she slid an omelet onto his plate.

Mac had showered and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, “A long time. I think, maybe the last time we rode…no wait, Danny and I went out when he was sixteen, so seven odd years ago.”

“You’ve never told me about your sons.” She smiled and sat down across from him.

“They’re amazing kids, well, men now. I’d love for you to meet them someday.” It was more of a statement than a question and it hung between them, the expectation lingering. The memory of the life she was supposed to have was surprisingly haunting.

“I’m sorry. I-” Mac said instantly. It was too easy to pretend that they were just normal, that no time had gone by.

Sydney held a hand up, “It’s okay. You have a big life and I’d love to meet them someday if there is an opportunity. You’ll have to tell me more about them on the ride.”

“Speaking of,” Mac said, setting down his fork, “You don’t have horses, so how are we going to ride?”

“My neighbor, he’s bringing two horses over shortly. I told him to get one very tame for you.” She winked.

“I supposed you are also an equestrian expert too?” Mac smiled.

“No, not really. Not much call for horses in the spy business. We’ve since upgraded to you know, cars and private planes.” She threw him a smile and he felt his heart thud. He fought the urge to reach for her and realized, much like the almost kiss earlier, what a bad idea that would be, bad but good. It was his usual MO, which hadn’t served him well in the past.

They left right after breakfast and Sydney saddled up both horses.

“Are you sure you’re up to this? I mean, you haven’t ridden in a while,” she smiled.

In one swift movement, Mac put his left foot in the stirrup, hoisted himself up to grab the saddle, and swung his long right leg across the horse.

“Stop it, Syd. I’m not some fragile city slicker.” Mac sat atop the horse and smiled at her; she had to remind herself to breathe. He looked impossibly good sitting atop the horse. No one had a right to look that good, least of all her ex-boyfriend.

Sydney mounted the other horse, grabbed the reins and smiled, “Let’s go then.” And with that she steered the horse toward the wooded area that circled her farm. She was grateful to have Mac behind her and out of her view. Seeing Mac looking all Prince Charming on a horse was overwhelming, even for her.

She led them through a path, behind her farm and into the woods. The ride was spectacular. The Indian summer was finally beginning to succumb to the crispness of an approaching fall. The warm air was tinged with a cool October breeze, and the trees once again were in flame. The wind whipped through the oak trees, tugging the red and gold leaves from their branches, dancing with them as they floated to the ground.

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