Chapter 44

“I might fall off,” I said.

Reginald tut-tutted me. “What sort of horse do you think Duchess is? She’d never let anyone fall off.”

“Ah, what the hell,” I mumbled as I took Reginald’s hand. He lifted me onto the horse almost entirely without any assistance from me.

“You’re really strong,” I commented as I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist and settled in behind him.

He ignored the compliment. “Hold on tight,” he said.

He simultaneously clicked his teeth, jiggled the reins, and gently kicked his heels against Duchess’s belly, and we began to move.

“Where would you like to go?” asked Reginald.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “Somewhere interesting and exciting.”

Reginald kicked his legs again and Duchess began to gallop.

“Right you are, Morgan.” 3