Chapter 15
Pippa pounced on her father that night during a simple supper of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and sautéed greens from Linda Hasting's garden.
"Daddy?" Her silver-grey eyes sparkled with hope. "When are you going to buy me a horse?"
Adam choked on the chicken thigh he'd just taken a bite out of.
"I, um, mpff..."
Pippa's gaze grew calculating.
"Last time I saw Mummy, she said she'd buy me a horse if I tell Aunt Roberta I want to go and live with her."
My jaw dropped at this blatant manipulation.
Adam's blue-green eyes narrowed into an accusatory glare. I threw my hands into the air to communicate, 'hey, it wasn't me!' Adam turned his attention to his daughter.
"We, uhm … I'm not sure we'll have a place to put one."
"What's wrong with the barn?" Pippa shook her head i
