Claire Hanover jumped, startled out of her troubled thoughts by the bemused sound of her husband’s voice. She looked out the car window and saw they still had a ways to go. Then she glanced at Roger sitting beside her, his steady hands on the steering wheel. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m anxious about the stable’s opening event. I want everything to go well for Charley’s new business.” “Honey, I’m sure everything will be fine.” Roger took his gaze off the road for a moment to eye her hands. “And if you keep picking at the cellophane on that gift basket, you’ll tear it open before your brother gets a chance to.” She stilled her nervous fingers and pressed her palms against the sides of the large gift basket on her lap. She had taken a lot of care in choosing the contents and decorating it with vintage horse tack and a bow made from a horse-themed bandana. The last 1 thing she wanted was to destroy the basket before Charley could even see it. Claire took a deep breath to calm herself and slowly blew it out.
