Page 43 of Huckleberry Hill

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But what about what I wanted?

On my way to the stables, my phone buzzed in my jacket pocket.

I pulled it out and saw Gracie’s name across the screen.

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Gracie

Are you busy two nights from now?

Snorting, I texted back.

Me

No.

Gracie

The in-laws are willing to watch Bella. Cole is working, so how about you and I go to the Copper Mule for a drink and some dancing?

Me

I’m in.

I stuck my phone back into my pocket and entered the stables. Declan was already saddling Merlin.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Hey.” He looked at me, a slow smile creeping across his lips.

“What?” I demanded.

Without a word, he headed toward me. He reached out and gently stroked a finger down my cheek. “Dirt.”

My hand flew to my face. “Dirt?”

“Yep.” His grin was wide.

I groaned.

“What?”

“Never mind,” I muttered.

I saddled Goldie and then she trotted behind Merlin out into the late afternoon sunshine.

“Season is going to turn soon,” I said.

“What was that?” Declan called back.

“Oh, I just said the season is going to turn soon. Winter’s got its last grip, but I give it two weeks and the air will be warmer.”

“How can you tell?”

I smiled. “I’ve lived here all my life. I just know.”

He inclined his head. “So, which way do you want to go?”

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