Without waiting for her reply, Matt slid from his horse. Vanessa did the same. They’d been in the saddle for more than an hour. She pressed a hand to the small of her back. “How far have we gone?” Matt shrugged. “A couple of miles. Sorry, I forgot that it’s been years since you rode a horse.” “I’m a bit rusty, but I’ll be fine.” They walked along the ridge of a hill, and paused to drink in the view of hills carpeted with pale spring grass that had cropped up overnight, thanks to the rain. For as far as they could see, the higher elevations were darkened with cattle. She stared out at the panoramic view. “Are your grandparents really on a date?” “You bet.” He chuckled at the look on her face. “Poor Grandpop dies a little every time his Gracie goes off on one of her camera safaris.” “Then why does he let her go?”
