Caitlin’s excited voice had Libby laughingly pulling off the knit cap that had been tugged down to cover her eyes. The first thing she saw was Caitlin’s fiery red hair under a wool hat, with a navy blue duffel coat on over her flannel nightgown and a pair of stout paddock boots on her feet. Oh, Libby realized. Paddock boots instead of snow boots because … we’re in the barn. “We’re at Windy Corner,” Caitlin squealed, clapping her mittens together. “You didn’t know where we were going, did you? It’s a big surprise. No one is usually supposed to be here this late at night, but we have special permission. For a special treat, I mean, a present. A Christmas present.” “For me?” Libby glanced at Owen, still mystified. The secret smile he gave her didn’t clear anything up, but it did send a shock of heat to the furthest reaches of Libby’s body. “Yes, for you, duh,” Caitlin said, rolling her eyes impatiently. “Tell her why,” Andie prompted from the doorway of the barn, a secretive smile the twin of her brother’s curving her lips.
