Chapter 7
The girls and horses walked one way. Nick and I ambled in the other. Silence hovered over us until Nick reached out to finger the hem of my leather jacket.
Despite myself, I jerked away. This jacket was the only item of my mother’s I still owned. The rest of her possessions had long since been sold...by Nick, without my permission. This one thing I intended to keep.
“How much do you need?” I demanded. Only after I spoke did I realize my voice had been louder than intended. If Harper possessed wolf ears, she would have heard my opening.
Harper didn’t possess wolf ears, though. All she had was a no-good, alcoholic father and me.
Speaking of the no-good alcoholic, Nick stepped closer until his fumes enveloped me. “A couple of grand. No, make that ten grand.”
“Ten thousand doll
