“And he wasn’t a friend for long after I learned what that a-idiot did.” Bryan still looked upset that someone he’d allowed to become close to him would resort to an action that could have resulted in injury to both me and my horse.
“Why would he do something like that?” Nigel demanded. “It strikes me as outright cruel.”
“I objected to him trying to kiss me.”
“So he thought he could retaliate in that manner? Who is he?”
“You don’t know him, darling, and he’s long since left this coast.” I’d never seen my husband so coldly furious.
“You could have been killed!”
“No, I—”
“Portia, I don’t often do this, but in this instance I have no choice but to insist you tell me—who is he?”
“Let it go, Mann.” Father seemed unconcerned, and I knew what that meant.
I rested my hand against Nigel’s cheek and leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Later.”
His own hand covered mine. “If something had happened to you…”
“I know. But nothing did.”