“Did I what? “Like the way I…” Honor let the unfinished question hang. Coburn turned his head and looked at her. “No. I was faking it. Couldn’t you tell?” She smiled shyly and burrowed her face into his chest. He gathered her close. “I liked it.” “Better than a sneeze or a cough?” “Can I think about that and get back to you?” She laughed softly. They had moved from the floor to the bed and were lying with their legs entwined. Lightly she blew on the chest hair tickling her nose. “What was its name?” “What?” “The horse you had to shoot. You’d named it. What was its name?” He glanced down at her, then away. “I forgot.” “No you didn’t,” she said softly. He lay perfectly still and said nothing for the longest time, then, “Dusty.” She propped her fist on his breastbone and rested her chin on her fist, and looked into his face. He held out for several moments, then lowered his gaze to her. “Every day when I got home from school, he’d amble over to the fence like he was glad to see me.
