Chapter 9

Rafi was, in fact, very familiar with horseback riding; his family were exactly that sort of rich people, he supposed. He didn’t need the placid, resigned gray gelding picked out for him. He did feel rusty, though, next to Julian, who was a picture of liquid grace and easy competence on the bay mare, already circling him as he got settled in the saddle.

“Race you to the water,” Julian said, and shot off down the beach, Rafi and his kiddie ride trailing behind despite all he could do to urge the gelding on.

Soon both horses were kicking up splashes of water at the edge of the surf. Julian rode circles around Rafi, shouting encouragement to his delighted horse, and it was the most genuine and happy Rafi had ever seen him look.

When their horses had worked off some energy, Julian and Rafi steered into a more leisurely walk down the beach, staying within talking range of each other.