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Stryder nickered, and Roman nickered back, sidestepping the stall Cappy chose.
I shrugged and headed towards Stryder; the pair greeted each other like old friends.
“You good now?” I asked, rubbing Stryder’s forehead.
“Well, these two will get along, then,” Cappy said. “I fixed this stall for Foxhound, but it seems maybe it should be Roman’s.”
He opened the door, and Roman huffed at Cappy before walking into the stall beside Stryder.
I laughed softly and removed the lead before closing the door again.
"Go on up and get the paperwork started. Ian and I can handle this until the new ones get here." Cappy winked at me, and I smiled.
Cappy had faith in me, too. It was a week of revelations, and this one, at least, was good.
I entered the barn apartment and looked around before heading into the office. Everything had been moved back, and all traces of it being Sylvie’s room were gone.
Sat down at the desk, and whistled over the paperwork. So many things had to be entered, and invoices needed to be printed.
Boarding and training fees ran the barn and paid for the employees. For the charity race, we made a hundred grand, and for the barn party last night, we made two hundred grand.
Wallace sent twenty horses for a week, and it was ten a pop for each one because they were staying while he honeymooned, too. Wallace pampered his horses, and we would cater to them.
Jasper stopped working on this a week ago, and didn't bother to ask me. He could have. We shared this before.
How could one girl be so much more important than a job? Okay, I was being mean. It was clan politics, andKnightTimeDanc3rwas right. None of us could escape our fate.
Chapter 8
Foxy
Took me three hours to sort the mess, but I had it done. My stomach growled, and I realized the time. Really needed to eat before tackling anything else.
A whinny caught my attention as I entered the barn, and I turned to watch Lana trying to control Foxhound, who reared.
Knox climbed out of the truck then, and the horse went to him after Lana fell on her ass.
“Well, now,” Cappy murmured. “Looks like Knox trained that horse.” He stroked his chin. “Seems to me, the Macs didn’t take that into consideration.”
Knox walked the horse in and led her to the stall Cappy had prepared for Roman.
“Knox,” Cappy said, pulling an apple from his pocket.
Knox glanced back at me as he settled Foxhound down.
Ian joined me then. “Can you work with Knox?”
Cappy was talking to Knox, who was watching me. It was his horse MacDaniels traded for Jasper. Still didn’t explain the kiss, but it explained Knox wanting to talk to me last night.
In my mind, at least, he was feeling me out to see what kind of person I was.
“Josh?” Ian put his hand on my shoulder.
“Oh. I can work with Knox.” I nodded, and Knox smiled softly, turning his attention to Cappy.
“Good. I’ll let Colin know then.”
“About what?” I asked.
