Lonesome Lake by Lesley Appleton-Jones

Author:Lesley Appleton-Jones
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780692153857
Publisher: Plumridge Press, LLC
Published: 2018-08-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Six

Abbey readied Granite for a jump. She lined him up and checked the horse’s pace. As he pushed off with his hind legs, Abbey balanced her weight over his center of gravity and released the reins so he could stretch out to jump.

Leaning against the paddock fence, Po watched her every move. For a man who had braved going undercover to infiltrate a biker gang, he had no stomach for her jumping anything higher than a shoebox. She cantered over to him.

“That was great, kiddo.”

She patted her horse’s neck. “Granite gets the credit, not me.”

“It scares the hell out of me every time you jump that fence. Does it need to be so high?”

“I want you to raise it for me.”

“No way.”

“I’ve jumped higher.” She grinned, then noticed Granite’s ears stiffen in warning. Seconds later she heard the motorcycle. “Didn’t Uncle Cal take his truck today?”

“That’s not Cal’s motorcycle. That’s a dirt bike,” Po told her. “But I have a pretty good idea who it is.”

As the rider came into view, Granite threw up his head, pinned his ears back and started to paw the ground. He must have remembered his close call in the woods the day before. Abbey stayed relaxed in the saddle, stroking his sweaty neck to soothe him.

The motorcyclist parked in front of the garages, removed his helmet and glanced over at them. Jesse Keegan hadn’t needed to take off his helmet for Abbey to recognize him.

Po raised his hand in greeting.

When Jesse sauntered over to them, Abbey glared down at him. “What are you doing here?” She tried to keep her voice calm so as not to alarm Granite. It wasn’t easy—especially not when her father’s gun was hidden in the tack room. If her uncle found out about it, he’d take it away from her.

Jesse grinned up at her. “Thought I’d swing by and visit with Po.”

Abbey hissed at Po, “You know him?”

Granite started to sidestep. She patted his neck again and fought to control her anger.

Po appeared surprised by her tone. “We met earlier today.”

Jesse draped an arm on the fence post and smirked.

Abbey didn’t care for the confident way he leaned against the fence, or the way his eyes bored into hers. What she disliked the most, though, was the weird things his cocky grin did to her insides. “What are you smirking at?” she snapped.

“I’ll give you one guess.”

Po shifted his gaze from one teenager to the other. “So, I take it you know each other?”

“Let’s just say he ran into me when he was trespassing on our property yesterday,” Abbey snapped.

“I didn’t see a boundary line,” Jesse responded with an edge to his voice.

Po shoved his hands into the pockets of his Sherpa-lined denim jacket. “Easy getting confused in the forest.”

That was another thing she could add to her long list of Jesse Keegan dislikes—Po defending him. As if he sensed Abbey’s hostility to the stranger, Granite swished his tail, signaling his anger. “Apart from annoying the hell out of my horse, what are you doing here?”

“Po invited me over to check out his new bike.

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