Chapter 11

“I thought maybe it was just me.”

Hearing those words filled Nathan’s heart with such joy. In that moment he could have grown wings and flown away. “Really?”

Lucas nodded. He looked about ready to say something only to have the sentence die as Birch nosed him in the side. The mare drew his attention and Nathan watched a range of emotions pass over his face. Doubt crept in, born of the hatred Marsha had for the mare, the passion he had for horses, he didn’t want to follow the same path and hope for a different outcome.

When Lucas finally looked at him again, the photographer’s expression was hard to read. “Can…can I show you something? Inside?”

“Sure,” Nathan answered, curiosity getting the best of him.

“Will she be okay out here? I mean, I can go get the rope and—”

Nathan shook his head. “I get the feeling this is right where she wants to be. I’ll explain later,” he added quickly at the questioning look that flashed over Lucas’s features.