Scott’s POV
The closer we got to the stables, the more she began to come alive again, as though the night before hadn’t happened at all. I could see it in the way her fingers tapped lightly on her thigh, the way her back straightened with anticipation, the way she glanced at me without looking for reassurance. I knew what it was. That damn horse. Echo had found a way to reach a part of her I couldn’t quite touch.
And God, I had tried.
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of my mouth when I saw it. That spark. That glimmer of excitement softening the tension in her shoulders. I’d been worried last night, more than I let on. She had curled in on herself like a wounded animal, trembling and mute in the car. And I hated how useless I felt, sitting there between her and my son
