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Megan had kept the lead on Raya’s bridle, but it was now trailing loosely from Megan’s own horse, Pioneer Bill.
“We’re not going to run, are we?”
“On a horse it’s called trot, canter, or gallop in order of increasing speed. And no, I’m not that cruel to a new rider. My ranch is intended to instill confidence, not destroy it.”
“You’d never survive at Wu and Wu,” Andrea muttered to herself.
“Wu and Wu? The law firm?” Megan asked in a tone of distinct surprise.
Okay, she’d meant to mutter to herself, yet another failed skill. She nodded.
“I thought they were all lawyers. You fly helicopters.”
“I enjoy it. It’s the only part of my life that’s for me. The rest is Stanford Law. Did you like the FAA?” Hopefully that would distract Megan. She was lovely; slender without looking like an A
