“I can’t prove it,” Derek says with a loud curse. “I wrote things down but I didn’t take pictures or anything.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “This is a good start.”
“That’s funny,” Derek says, laughing a little. “That’s what he said, too.”
“Who?”
“Me,” Miles says from behind me, so suddenly and clearly that I nearly jump out of my skin. I wobble a little on my unsteady ankles. Miles is beside me in a flash. His hand sits comfortably in the small of my back, like it was made to be there. “Easy.”
My cheeks flush.
Derek smiles a little. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I hear Mr. Carver calling me…” He quickly ducks out of the stable.
“It’s not…!” I call after him, but he’s already gone. I finish, “…what you think.”
Miles gives me a mischievous look. “And what might he think this is, Esther?”
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