My God, you wouldn’t treat a horse, or even a dog, the way you treated her, leaving her without a fucking word, never getting in touch, letting her just pine away. That explained why he’d been so differently recently. Helen turned to him gratefully, but next minute he was caught up with the others, discussing some potentially unbeatable Hanoverian mare. Nothing really mattered today except that she would see Dino.
“Steady, pet. Jake said carefully that he’d always liked the horse, and when Rupert sold the horse on, he’d tracked him down and bought him. “Bloody Gordon, insisted on finishing his jumping. ”“Even though I’m not as beautiful as Helen?”Dino looked at her meditatively.
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