CHAPTER 12 | Caleb
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I blow out of that damn bathroom like my hair is on fire. “Gotta go,” I say to Wren and Tate as I hurtle through the kitchen. I wave my cell at them like I have important s**t going on and Tate stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. For the record? I have.
I pound down the circular staircase and stride through the tack room. The grooms eye me as I pass. I’m not sure what they see and I’m damn sure I don’t want to know. I find Sam overseeing one of the horses being groomed.
“You still want to take that ride around the farm?” I ask him.
Clearly surprised, the old man nods. “Absolutely.”
We spend the rest of the day focusing on Jacks or Better. We start with the broodmares moved on to the young stock and finish with the undeveloped portions of the prop
