With her desk to the side, Chelsea could swivel her chair to face a small couch and a couple of other chairs so the big desk wouldn’t sit between her and the clients. Julie sat on the couch and thumbed through the magazines sprinkled across the coffee table: Western Horseman, American Cowboy, The Trail Rider, Young Rider, and a couple of rodeo and barrel racing titles she hadn’t read in far too long. She had to remember to hang out in Chelsea’s office more often. American Farrier’s Journal and Equine Wellness were lined up on a shelf above her desk—of less interest to a ranch guest but still looking well thumbed, probably by Chelsea, who inhaled knowledge about horses.
“You’ve really settled in well here.”
Chelsea shrugged. “What’s not to like? I was always an outdoors kinda gal. Thought
