Kendra’s POV
The next morning, I went down to the kitchen in my riding clothes and waited.
I had breakfast with Caleb before he left for class. Then I sat there, nursing five more tiny cups of espresso, one after the other, my leg bouncing under the table. I kept whispering under my breath.
“Where is he?”
“Where the hell is he?”
“Come on, Scott, where are you?”
The kitchen was its usual flurry of clattering dishes and murmuring staff. Still, every time I thought I heard footsteps in the hall, I sat up straighter. Nothing. Then finally, finally, Scott came through the door.
He paused when he saw me. His face gave nothing away, but his brow lifted a fraction.
I stood immediately. “Can I get a ride, please, to the stables?”
His eyes swept lazily over me, lingering for half a second t
