Love Somebody Like You by Susan Fox

Author:Susan Fox [Fox, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-08-02T16:00:00+00:00

Ben helped Sally ready horses for her new clients, who were coming at nine, then hung around to greet them. He shook hands with Andrew, the guy he’d met at the physiotherapist’s office, and introduced him to Sally. Andrew, stocky and redheaded, introduced his husband, Terry, who was Asian and more slender. Both men were around Ben’s age, in decent shape, and clad in jeans and boots.

Leaving them to get on with the lesson, Ben did the exercises and stretches Monique Labelle had given him, along with some of his regular strength and flexibility training. He’d gone for a run earlier, before the day began to warm. His shoulder still ached, but it was improving. As a right-handed roper, surely he’d be in shape to compete with Dusty this coming weekend.

Monique, whom he’d seen twice, had warned of dire consequences if he went back too soon, and it was hard to discount the opinion of a former Olympic athlete. He’d see what she said on his next visit, and if he had to, then he’d just bite the bullet and wait another week. Not that it was any hardship spending more time with Sally.

When the lesson ended, he went to help out. The two guys were enthusiastic and wanted to learn how to take off the saddles and bridles and groom the horses.

Sally worked with Terry, and Ben instructed Andrew. As he showed him how to undo the cinch, he asked, “What brought you two to Caribou Crossing?” Ben spoke loudly enough that Terry could hear as well.

“We came for my granny’s wedding,” Andrew said, “and fell in love with the place.”

“Your grandmother’s wedding?” Sally said. “That must have been fun.”

“Especially since she was marrying the love of her life, a woman she hadn’t seen in almost sixty years,” Andrew said, clumsily removing the saddle and dragging the pad off with it.

One-handedly, Ben caught the pad before it hit the ground.

Terry said, “Isn’t that just the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“It is pretty sweet,” Sally said. She guided the two men to the tack room and showed them where to put the saddles.

When they were back, working on the bridles, Ben said, “Yeah, it’s sweet. But man, think of those wasted years. If they loved each other when they were young . . .”

“I know.” Andrew paused in undoing the throat latch to gaze at Ben, his expression serious. “But times were different. To admit even to yourself to being gay was hard. Besides, they were really young. At that age, you can’t really be sure it’s a forever kind of love, can you?”

“If I’d met you when I was that young,” Terry said, “I’d have known.”

“Maybe. But society told them it was wrong. Granny Irene and her girlfriend Daphne figured that if they split up they’d, you know, move on. And they did, and had full lives, but they never found that same kind of love again.”

Ben helped Andrew juggle getting his horse’s bridle off and the halter on. Curious, but not wanting to be rude, he said, “Your grandmother obviously had kids.

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