Kendra’s POV
A few moments later, Scott pulled the car to a stop beside a large wooden barn. The gravel crunched softly beneath the tires as the engine went silent. I blinked at the wide, open fields stretching behind the structure, at the pale wooden fence that rolled across the landscape like a quiet ribbon, at the sunlight warming the faded red roof of the barn.
We stepped out of the car, and I squinted into the brightness.
“Are we here?” I asked, stepping forward, shading my eyes. “Oh… is this a stable?”
Scott shut his door with a heavy thud. His arms were folded again, sunglasses shielding his eyes. But I heard the smirk in his voice.
“I thought you’d like it,” he said. “One look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of horses.”
A rush of warmth surged through me, su
