Lila
He grinned even bigger. “You got it.”
The man brushing the horse nodded politely. “Ken,” he said simply. He didn’t smile, but his eyes were kind.
The third one, who was the one fixing the gate, tipped his hat. “Davis. Welcome.”
I smiled shyly. “Thank you. I’m… I’m his niece. Just visiting for a bit.”
Jerry’s smile softened. “We know. Ryder told us. You’re family.”
I turned to Ryder and smiled, but he had already looked away, acting like he didn’t hear Jerry say that.
I turned to Jerry, who glanced down at my heels again while we walked. “Those shoes are something else. You always wear them?”
I grinned. “Don’t mind them. My friends call me Miss Heels for a reason. I’m way more comfortable strutting around in these than anything flat.”
Jerry grinned wider. “Miss Heels. I like i
