CHAPTER 11 - KIMBERLY
SALVATION CAME IN many forms, but I hadn’t expected it to stomp through my door in Reed Cullen’s cracked leather boots. After a day spent hunting down lemon-yellow bridles for the Falabella horses, the red ribbons had been the last straw.
My heart was still racing, and part of me wanted to chew Reed out for turning up so late at night, but I really did need the help. I’d gladly pay him forty-five bucks an hour if he knew how to tie a darn bow.
I was desperate, okay?
“I’ll show you what to do.”
Each bag needed the red ribbon pulled out, then pink ribbon re-threaded through the holes in the lace to make a drawstring. A fiddly job, and I worried Reed’s fingers would be too big, but they seemed remarkably nimble. In fact, he was faster than me.
We’d reworked another
