Sharon spent all the money she made from her high-paying clients on the horses she saved from bad situations. “Have you been here before?” Hannah asked. Matt shook his head. “Ms. Sydenstricker is an Olympic gold medalist.” Boys liked athletes, didn’t they? “Cool.” His voice was devoid of enthusiasm. Hannah had tried at least six different topics, including dolphins, and Matt had refused to participate in any conversation. She pulled the truck over to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes, making Matt brace his hand on the dashboard and swing his gaze around to her. “What the−?” he said. “Enough with the silent treatment,” Hannah said, twisting around in her seat and crossing her arms. He dropped his gaze. “What are you talking about?” “I’m tired of getting one-syllable answers from you.
