He understood the acceptance and intimacy implied by the small caresses. He doubted that she did, or she would have bolted. “What’s your schedule?” he asked quietly, reluctant to end the warm silence. “Dev, Dev, and more Dev.” “Never thought I’d be jealous of a horse.” Cord’s off-center smile went into her like a knife turning. She didn’t know how he had become so important to her. She only knew that he had. And she couldn’t afford to think about it until the Summer Games were over. “Dev doesn’t really need that much attention,” she admitted. “It’s more for me than for him.” “What do you mean?” “Competition madness.” She stood and began gathering up dirty plates. “Time hanging and clanking around your neck like six iron horseshoes.”
