Skye said, her heart racing like a greyhound after a rabbit. “What’s up, Skye?” Chad’s dimples flashed his gorgeous smile. Leaning against the fence, he looked sharp in his black Stetson, red-checkered shirt, jeans, and black boots. Morgan sped off on her Jazzy toward the gazebo. “I hear the picnic table calling me!” she yelled back. “See you guys later!” “I guess you’ve met my two little sisters and brother.” Skye said to Chad as she pointed to the three younger children who were watching Mr. Chambers tether the horses in the corral. “Yeah,” Chad said. “Mr. C. just introduced us. That is too cool, Skye.” Skye slipped off Champ and tied him next to the other horses. Dennis and Emma followed suit with their mounts. “Chad, these are my cousins from Charleston, Dennis and Emma Eister.” “Hi,” Dennis said, giving Chad a warm handshake. “Hi, Chad. We’ve heard a lot about you.” Emma slipped Skye a “gotcha!” smile. For once, it was Chad, not Skye, whose face suddenly looked sunburned.
