Bridget studied the fine chestnut gelding the groom had brought out of the stables. Kent and Graham smiled at her puzzled expression.
“He’s for me?” she asked. “To ride today?”
me“To ride any day,” Kent corrected. “I bought him for you. He’s a gift since you’ve been doing so well in your lessons. Besides, you ought to have a horse to get around once the wager is over.” Kent’s eyes twinkled as he leaned on his cane. The pain that so often shadowed his features faded beneath his joy and excitement. Bridget couldn’t believe that he had bought her a horse. The quality of the beast alone told her it was an expensive creature that she never would have been able to afford on her own. She peeped beneath her lashes at Trystan, who stood close by, scowling.
anyhorse. She was the one who had the r
