Kendra’s POV
The next morning, I was halfway through my toast, already dressed in my riding boots, scarfing down breakfast like I hadn’t eaten in days. I couldn’t help it. I kept glancing toward the galley, but the kitchen was quiet this morning. No clatter, no heat, no Scott flipping eggs or tossing sarcastic comments over his shoulder.
Where is he? I kept asking myself as I wolfed down another mouthful. I couldn’t wait to get to the stables, to see my horse again.
I drained my orange juice in one loud gulp.
Caleb laughed, resting his elbow on the table as he looked at me.
“Seriously, you’re not going to get my dad to appear any faster if you choke on your food.”
I grinned at him, brushing crumbs from my lap. “Caleb, I want to see my horse. I don’t want to waste time eating slowly.”
