CHAPTER 7 | Caleb
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And just like that, the Colonel treats me like I’m ten again. I watch him stalk from the tack room, his little hanger-on scurrying after him. When she reaches the door, Ellie casts a quick glance back, but I can’t read her expression. It’s probably fury or disgust.
I roll my shoulders, and my spine pops. Well, she doesn’t need to bother. I’m disgusted enough with myself for both of us. Doesn’t change my mind though. There needs to be one manager, one decision maker.
And I really, really want it to be me.
“Well,” a roughened voice says behind me. “It’s been a bit of a rocky start, but I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Stomach sinking, I turn around and Sam Bishop sticks out a hand. For one whole minute, I wish he’d just punch me in the face. The man
