"I haven't been on a horse since Girl Scouts." Camryn sat next to Troy on the bed, towel drying her hair from the family's after-dinner swim. "If I remember right, I couldn't walk for a week." He set the remote down. One hundred channels and nothing on. "My concern exactly." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "You're not mad?" "Should I be?" He was kind of expecting it, yeah. She pulled the sheet up to her chest and leaned against the headboard, opening a book. He looked at the name on the back cover, noting his favorite author. She was holding the last book in the series. He wouldn't have pegged her as a horror fan. "Is that one any good?" She kept reading. "It doesn't have pictures. You wouldn't like it." "Ouch." She grinned, but didn't glance up. His chest did some