Page 120 of Crystal Iris
I look at him, and he’s grinning.
“A gift?”
“For you.”
“What?”
“She’s yours.”
“You bought me a horse?”
“Did you prefer a car?”
“I don’t know… what to say. You can’t give me a horse.”
“Why not? She can live here. That way, you’ll have to come by to check on her sometimes.”
I move around her, checking every inch—my horse,my own horse.
“You need to give her a name.”
“Me?”
“She’s your horse.”
Broc, Sawyer, and Akira are taking turns petting her, too.
“Mona,” I blurt out.
“As in... the Mona Lisa?” Hoyt asks.
“Yes, and also because Mona means a lady of nobility.”
“Now all you need to do is learn to ride Mona.”
I look at him.
“Sawyer will teach you. You can start the lessons tomorrow, after your work with Broc.”
“Hoyt.” I want to grab his hands. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received. I love her.”
“You’re forgetting the gift around your neck.”
I laugh.
Nobody does anything productive. We all want to be around Mona. Each man tries to saddle her, but she isn’t having it.
“Looks like we’ll be using Jet for your lessons for now,” Sawyer says.
I don’t know what to think regarding him giving me lessons. He’s not exactly giving me friend vibes. Maybe Hoyt is paying him well to do it.
“Thanks. I’m looking forward to them,” I tell him.
“Sure thing,” he says, trying the saddle once more.
“We should keep her out here for now,” Sawyer says to Hoyt. “Let her run.”
“Out here?” I ask. “Won’t she be... cold?”
