It made her heart sink a bit, and took some of the shine off the day. She heaved herself out of the car – she had stiffened up in the short drive back – and hobbled up the path, aware also that she had some interesting chafes on her legs where the seams of her jeans had rubbed. There was a good reason that jodhpurs and breeches were made they way they were. It would be a relief to have some proper riding trousers for the practice tomorrow, if Ed was as good as his word. She was in the bathroom anointing her wounds with Savlon when she heard someone knocking on the door below, and a moment later Jack’s voice calling, ‘Hello! Anyone at home?’ ‘Just a minute!’ she called back. She pulled up her jeans and inspected herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild, and she grabbed the hairbrush and raked it through, even while telling herself she didn’t have to look nice for Blackjack any more. Still, a girl had her pride. When she came down the stairs, he was standing just inside the open door (she was getting to be a real local, not locking it when she came in).
