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I set my boots by the door, and he tilted his head towards the coffee maker. Neither of us was into conversation first thing in the morning.
Colin joined us in his pajamas, and Ian leaned against the counter beside me as he drank his coffee while the bacon sizzled in the pan on the stove.
“You don’t have anywhere to be today besides the wedding tonight,” Colin said. “I’ve hired someone to take Jasper’s place, and the two new guys you hired last week start work when they show up at noon.” Colin glanced at me and winked. “Cappy lives in the house, so, they’ll be in the barn apartment.”
“Adam will like that. He hates it up there,” Ian murmured as he flipped the bacon.
Colin laughed. “And he only spent one night.”
“I think it’s more that the space isn’t soundproof,” Ian said.
“Who did you hire?” I asked, removing the eggs from the fridge while Ian took the bacon up.
“Barry and Billy Donal. They are apprenticing here for a year before MacDonal steps down as Mac,” Ian said. “Can you handle what Jasper was doing?”
“The invoices and stuff?” I asked, and Ian nodded. “I can, yeah.”
“What does Cappy do?” Colin asked.
“He keeps up with schedules, and decides which horses we will train and which we won’t,” I said. “Pretty sure he’ll figure out which stall Foxhound will have, and find a jockey if Granpa wants to race her.”
“He also sets the field rotations,” Ian said. “We won’t be using the valley between here and the house until spring.”
“Okay,” Colin nodded.
Finn walked out of his and Ian’s room, dressed to the nines, his side piece playing peek-a-boo as he turned to look at Colin. “We aren’t going like that.”
“Oh!” Colin hurried out of the kitchen to dress, and Finn hugged Ian, kissed him on the lips, and took his coffee cup to refill it.
We worked together then to set the island for breakfast, and Sylvie joined us, dressed for the barn.
Ian arched a brow at her, and she froze.
“Okay, those clothes aren’t warm enough, your hair is-” Ian said.
“A mess,” Finn finished as he examined her nails. “Chipped polish, chapped skin, and no makeup.”
“She needs a spa day,” Ian nodded as the pair exchanged a glance.
“Mm-hmm,” Finn nodded.
“But I-” she whispered, looking to me for help.
“Now, I think she should help Anni,” Ian said. “She’s learned all she can in the barn, and she’ll be doing Anni’s job in the movie.”
“Well, she can’t meet Macs looking like this,” Finn said.
“You know,” Sylvie slumped onto a stool.
“Know what?” Ian winked.
They did know, and were taking care of her to save face because she was Sylvie Avery, A-lister, like Ian was.
The glitter even said she was here to prepare for a new role, so it wasn’t common knowledge that she was broke.
“Go change after breakfast. You’re going with Anni to the salon at ten,” Ian said, and Sylvie nodded, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Okay,” she whispered, and Ian set a plate in front of her, while Finn made her a cup of coffee.
