The steps are familiar, a casual stroll that can only belong to one person.“Admiring the view?” I ask, then straighten and turn around, dropping Zoey’s foot back to the ground.“Maybe,” Landon says, crossing his arms. “I mean if the opportunity presents itself, you can’t fault a guy for checking out—”“Yeah, yeah,” I say, fighting a blush as I wave my hand. “How many in the two o’clock class today?”“Six.”“All right,” I say, tossing the hoof pick into the nearby grooming supply bucket. “Meet you out there?”“Actually, I just passed the guys in the south wing, and they’re pretty short-staffed. Since you’re ready to go, do you wanna go help tack up the guest horses? I’ll get Storm ready, and then I’ll bring them both out for us.”“Oh. Uh, sure. See you in a few,” I say, wandering away.I slip through the gate to the indoor arena. It’s too small for our group lessons, but there’s two tween girls, seemingly more interested in gossiping than riding, plodding around on fat little gray horses.
