Turf Wars (Show Jumping Dreams ~ Book 8) by Svendsen Claire

Author:Svendsen, Claire [Svendsen, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

“It costs how much?” I spluttered when Esther told me.

She had mentioned a figure that was so much more than what we usually spent on our local shows that it blew my mind. If this was what riding in the big leagues was like, how was I ever going to afford it?

“I told you,” she said. “This is why you need to be nice to people like Frank.”

“I was nice to Frank,” I said. “Jake’s the one I don’t like.”

I sat back in the chair feeling like I was never going to make it. Kids like Chloe had it all, even when they didn’t really want it and I knew that it wasn’t her fault but I was still awfully jealous.

“So what should I do?” I asked.

“Tell Frank you’ll ride the boy’s mare. Maybe he’ll let you ride her at the show.”

My heart sank. “But I don’t want to ride her. I want to ride Bluebird.”

“If you’re lucky enough to get the ride on the mare, and that’s a big if, then you take it and you smile and you act like it’s the best thing that ever happened to you because it will be. Chances like this don’t come along very often. Got it?”

“But what about you?” I said.

She frowned. “What about me?”

“Well can’t you take me and Bluebird to the show? I know what you said yesterday but I don’t want to ride with Frank. I want to ride with you.”

“That’s sweet,” she said. “And completely ridiculous. Now get out of here.”

Esther shoved me out of the office. She wasn’t one to flaunt her emotions. Even if she had to close the barn down, I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t shed a tear in front of us. She always said there was no crying in horses, at least not in public anyway. If Mackenzie had been her student, all that crying would have dried up a long time ago. But I knew she was wrong. Horses tugged at your heartstrings in so many different ways that it was impossible not to get all emotional over them.

Melanie was getting the horses tacked up and ready for a lesson. She was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt even though it was ninety eight degrees.

“Aren’t you hot?” I asked her.

“Boiling,” she said. “But I’m so sunburned, I look like a lobster. If I get any more sun I think my skin might actually slough off altogether.”

“I know what you mean.” I looked down at my own peeling arms.

“How do you stand the heat?” she said.

“Not much choice, I guess. I had this whole plan to get up early and ride with Mickey but that sort of failed.”

“That’s too bad,” she said. “Still, you could ride alone.”

“I know.” I shrugged. “I usually do anyway.”

Mickey had abandoned our pact to get out to the barn and ride early every day. She was more interested in chasing after Jake and eyeballing some new guy she met at the beach. She’d texted me his picture, the back of a fuzzy blond head.

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