Chapter 4: Birthday Parties and Bingo ParloursIt would be very easy to get used to the smell and atmosphere of the stables, Bryson thought, looking at the cloudless blue sky and feeling the barely-there breeze whisper over his skin. He wore a safety-orange bucket hat to keep his brain from frying and a tight, white, long-sleeved, cotton and bamboo blend shirt that was supposed to have a UPF50+ rating. Safety aside, he would be lying if he didn’t admit that the sole reason he wore it was because it made his upper body look fit as f**k. He’d opted for long pants, but they were simple drawstring yoga pants. Being lightweight and loose, they gave his lower body more of a bulked-out look than shorts or jeans. Although the pain in his leg and hip had subsided, he still wore a brace from the knee
