Heather yelled from the kitchen. Twyla sniffed, smelled bacon frying mixed with the aroma of rich coffee, and her eyes popped open. God, she could use that coffee. A gallon of it. She hadn’t gotten to Heather’s apartment yesterday evening until nearly seven o’clock, because she had to meet with the owners at Tango’s new barn and get him settled in a stall. She’d been sleeping since then, but still didn’t feel fully rested. The bed in Heather’s spare bedroom was too soft, a far cry from the pullout in Zack’s travel trailer. This whole situation was just strange to her, but Twyla knew she would eventually get used to it. She had to get used to it. This would be her new life. During the five-hour drive to Dallas, she and Heather talked on the phone nearly the whole time. Her friend had helped her come up with a plan to get her life on a different track. One that didn’t include the rodeo, barrel racing, or Ryan Easter. Rolling over on her side, Twyla covered her head with her pillow.
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