Finally, remembering where they were, she pulled her lips away from his. “We should stop,” she whispered. “Someone will see.”
“So what? You ashamed of me?” He ran his hands up and down her bare arms. “Not that I’d blame you—I’m totally the barn loser right now.” He grinned, actually seeming kind of proud of the fact.
Kate didn’t get that. If she was in as much trouble as Fitz was right now, she’d probably be wearing a bag over her head.
“You’re on probation, remember?” she said, pulling away and hurrying over to grab a lead shank. “Jamie will freak if he catches you goofing off.”
Fitz just shrugged, not looking worried at all. Typical. Fitz wasn’t the type to worry about much of anything. And why should he? His family was loaded, and his own quick wit, easy charm, and lanky good looks meant he could have pretty much any girl he wanted. He’d taken full advantage of that, turning playerism into an art form all over the show circuit and beyond.
But things were different with Kate. She hadn’t believed that at first, but now she did. What he’d done after Hounds Hollow had pretty much proved it.
“Nobody’s here to see us except old Chaucer.” Fitz bent down to pat the bulldog, who’d wandered over to drool on Kate’s paddock boots. “Can’t I get just one more kiss? Come on—even prisoners at Sing Sing get a conjugal visit once in a while.”
He grabbed Kate’s hand, pulling her closer again. “Well, okay, I guess,” she mumbled as his lips found hers again. “But just a quick one …”
This time Kate couldn’t quite relax into the kiss. Thinking about what had happened last weekend was just another reminder of how different their lives were. When Fitz screwed up, his parents could almost always throw enough money at the situation to make it right again. Kate knew she didn’t have that kind of margin of error. Her father’s salary as a local cop had barely covered the purchase price of her beater car—no way could he afford to buy her even one hoof of any of the horses at Pelham Lane. Or be able to understand how an animal could cost more than their family home.
Just then someone else burst into the tack room, moving fast. Kate jumped away from Fitz in a panic, then slumped with relief when she saw that it was only Tommi.
“Hi,” she said, feeling self-conscious as Tommi’s cool brown eyes took in the situation with a faint smile. Kate knew that her friend hadn’t approved of her and Fitz getting together at first—Tommi wasn’t the type to keep her opinions to herself, and had pretty much come right out and said so. But she seemed to be coming around now. “Did you already finish your ride with Jamie?” Kate asked her.
“Nope, had to postpone—one of the adults wanted to sneak in a lesson before she left on some trip for work or something, so Jamie had to take her first.” Tommi stepped over and grabbed her well-broken-in County saddle from its rack. “I’m supposed to meet him in the ring in like twenty minutes.”
Kate just nodded. “I’ll help you tack up,” she said, both disappointed and relieved to have an excuse to escape from Fitz. “See you,” she told him without quite meeting his eye. Then she grabbed Tommi’s bridle off its hook and hurried out of the room.
Zara was in a pretty good mood as she skipped down the wire-and-wood staircase in her family’s spacious SoHo loft.
“Yo, where’s Mickey?” she called out to the various people milling around in the big main room below.
A nerdy-looking guy with wire-rimmed glasses—Zara couldn’t remember his name, but she was pretty sure he was one of her father’s accountants—heard her and glanced up from his laptop. “He’s out.”
“What? When’s he coming back? I need a ride to the barn.”
Nerdy Accountant Dude just shrugged, his attention already back on his spreadsheets or whatever. Real helpful. Zara stomped over to the foyer area near the brushed-stainless front door. Her dad was there, huddled with a couple of people in the nook he called the message center.
“Morning, Little Z,” he said with that easy smile, the one that had been making fans swoon for the legendary Zac Trask since his first album way back in the dark ages. “You’re up early. Sleep okay?”
Zara just shrugged, not interested in making small talk with her own father. “Where’s Mickey?”
“Out running an errand,” Zac said. “Lots to do before we leave.”
Zara glanced at the huge whiteboard calendar that took up most of the wall. That was where everyone wrote down the details of Zac’s schedule—concerts, meetings, publicity events, TV appearances, whatever.
Right now, most of the calendar was covered with two words written in Zac’s messy scrawl: EUROPE, BABY!
Zara stared at the big matching star someone else had scribbled in the box for this coming Wednesday. In just three days, her dad and his posse would be in Amsterdam, partying like—well, like rock stars. Duh.
So why wasn’t she tagging along? Zara had told everyone it was because she didn’t want to miss the whole summer show season at her new barn. Maybe that was even true. Either way, she wasn’t totally sure she was making the right choice.
Still, she figured it was a win-win. Her actress mother was in Vancouver shooting a movie for at least another month or two, which meant that once Zac left, Zara would be on her own. Well, except for whichever peons from his entourage he left behind to keep an eye on her. But they should be easy enough to whip into shape, and then? Party time in the loft every night.
“Whatever,” she said. “Someone needs to drive me to the barn, or else I’m calling the car service.” Stupid New York City. She wasn’t even allowed to think about driving in Manhattan until she turned seventeen, even though she’d had her permit already in California.
“Okay.” It was pretty obvious by the faraway look in Zac’s moss-green eyes that he hadn’t heard a word. “Listen, Little Z. Been meaning to tell you something.”
“What?” Zara started looking for her boots, which she was pretty sure she’d dropped in the foyer on her way in yesterday.
“Found someone to come stay with you while I’m gone.”
His words were so casual, so offhand, that it took a second for them to sink in. Even then, Zara wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
“You what?” she said.
He shrugged. “You’re only sixteen, right? What kind of parent would I be, leaving you all alone in the big bad city?”
One of Zac’s assistants looked up from scrolling through the messages on the answering machine and chortled. “Good one, Zac.”
Zara ignored the assistant, staring at her father. “What the hell are you talking about? I can stay by myself. It’s not like I’m a child.”
“Still, with me and your mom both so far away—”
“Please tell me you’re shitting me,” Zara said, the other people in the loft going silent as her voice got louder. “You didn’t seriously hire, like, a babysitter to come change my diapers while Daddums is away? Give me a freaking break!”
“Chill out,” Zac said. “It’s not like that, okay? I’m not talking about paying some nanny or something.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Zara crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“She’s a cousin of mine. Second cousin, actually. At least I think that’s right.” Zac scratched his chin, which sported a couple of days’ worth of stubble. Carefully trimmed for maximum hunky effect, of course. “She’s a college student. Very smart girl. She’ll be graduating next year and wants to explore some career options here in NYC, so she’s willing to come stay as long as we need her. Win-win, right?”
“Oh, sure.” Zara’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I can’t wait to get bossed around by some small-town brainiac nerd all summer. Sounds like a blast.”
“Might as well drop the attitude, Little Z,” Zac said, his voice taking on the steely, distant edge it always got when he was tired of sparring with her. “It’s already settled. She gets here on Wednesday right before we leave.”
TWO
Kate au
tomatically flicked the lead out of Ford’s way as the gelding stepped over to a tastier section of grass. But most of her attention was elsewhere. She was grazing Ford on the patch of lawn between the main barn and the large outdoor jumping arena, giving her the perfect view of Tommi’s ride on Legs. Jamie was perched on the ring fence, watching every move horse and rider made.
“Nice,” he called as Tommi and Legs finished a line of two jumps. “Take him around and try again. This time, do it in five strides instead of four.”
Kate didn’t get to see how Tommi and Legs did with the exercise. Just as they picked up a canter again, she heard a flurry of high-pitched barking from the direction of the barn. A fuzzy brown-and-white shape came streaking out, aiming straight at Ford.
“Whiskey, no!” Kate exclaimed, quickly taking up the slack in the lead line in case the gelding spooked. “Stay back.”
The dog, a hard-eyed Jack Russell terrier wearing a pink collar studded with lime-green crystals, actually stopped and stared at her. That gave its owner, a blandly pretty blond girl a year younger than Kate, time to hurry out of the barn and scoop him into her arms.
“Naughty boy,” Summer Campbell cooed into her dog’s ear, hugging him so tightly that he squirmed with annoyance. “I told you not to run off!”
Kate wanted to shake her, even though Ford hadn’t reacted except to lift his head and take a step back. It could have been a lot worse. That was why visiting dogs were supposed to stay on a leash—barn rules. But Summer never thought the rules applied to her.
“So what’s going on out there?” Summer turned to stare at the ring. “Is Tommi having a private lesson?”
“Sort of, I guess,” Kate said, keeping an eye on Whiskey as Ford went back to grazing. “Jamie’s advising her on her training plan for Legs.”
“Oh.” Summer set her dog down as he started wriggling harder. He spotted a barn cat wandering past and took off after it, barking at the top of his lungs.
Kate winced, even though she knew the barn cat would be okay—thanks to his stubby legs and overfed belly, the obnoxious little dog hadn’t managed to catch one yet. “Um, you might want to keep an eye on Whiskey,” she said. “Joy’s teaching the beginner adults in the flatwork ring right now, and if he spooks one of their horses …”
She let her voice trail off, since she could tell Summer wasn’t listening. That happened a lot. Summer’s parents had clawed their way into the privileged class in Manhattan on the healthy profits of their busy textile company. As a result, Summer seemed to think that anybody who couldn’t afford custom Vogel field boots and a Devoucoux saddle wasn’t worth her attention. Which made Kate pretty much invisible.
“I still don’t know why Tommi wanted to buy a green horse like that when she already has her own nice made horses to show,” Summer commented, watching as Legs circled around for another go at the jumps. “He’s not even that nice looking. He’s way skinnier and smaller than Toccata or her eq horse, or even her other jumper. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was a rescue horse or something instead of a show horse.”
Kate didn’t bother to answer. Of course Summer wouldn’t see the point of Tommi getting a horse who didn’t match the rest of her string. Or consider what a horse could do in the ring instead of what brand was on its butt. For some reason, she seemed to expect Tommi to be the same way.
But Tommi wasn’t like that. That was why she and Kate were such good friends despite their very different backgrounds. Sure, Kate always felt a little weird when Tommi made some offhand comment about partying with the governor’s daughter, or when she turned up at the barn wearing new custom half-chaps that had probably cost more than Kate made in a week. At least they were always comfortable when the subject was horses.
Thinking about that made Kate realize that things were pretty much the opposite with her other best friend, Natalie. Kate had been thinking about Nat a lot these past few days. The two of them had grown up together in their little blue-collar hometown just a few miles from Pelham Lane. They’d started riding together, too. Natalie still rode at their old lesson barn—and still didn’t seem to get why Kate had wanted to move on. These days, when horses came up, things could get a little touchy. In fact, the two of them hadn’t spoken in over a week—since the day Nat had called to invite Kate to a party, then gotten mad when Kate had told her she couldn’t make it because of the Hounds Hollow show.
Kate bit her lip as she thought about the way Nat had hung up on her. She put her free hand in her pocket and touched her cell phone, wondering if she should call Nat now, see if she was ready to make up.
“Looks like they’re finished,” Summer said, breaking into her thoughts.
Kate glanced at the ring. Tommi had dismounted and was running up her stirrups. Feeling sort of relieved, Kate pulled her hand out of her pocket. Calling Nat would have to wait.
“Looking good, Tommi!” Summer called out as horse and rider walked toward them on their way to the barn door. “Your new horse is gorgeous. And are those new breeches? They look like the new Tailored Sportsmans; are they? They’re fabulous on you.”
“Thanks,” Tommi said without bothering to answer the girl’s questions. She smiled at Kate. “What’d you think? He’s really starting to trust me on our distances.”
“I could tell,” Kate said. “All the flatwork you’ve been doing is paying off.”
Jamie had paused behind the others to check his messages, but now he hurried over. “Kate,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here. I’d like to talk to you about something, if you’ve got a moment.”
“Um, sure,” Kate said, switching Ford’s lead to her other hand and shooting Tommi a nervous look. Tommi shrugged slightly, then moved on with both Legs and Summer trailing behind her.
When Kate turned back to Jamie, she was relieved to see that he was smiling. Good. At least that meant he probably wasn’t about to ream her out for screwing something up. He trusted her with a lot of responsibility around the barn—almost as much as his senior grooms, Miguel and Elliot, who’d both been with him for over ten years. Kate always tried to live up to that trust, but sometimes it made her feel like a juggler with too many plates in the air, certain that at least one of them was about to come crashing down any minute now.
“Thanks for taking such good care of Ford,” Jamie said, stepping over to give the gelding a rub on the neck. Ford ignored him, tugging at his lead as he stretched toward a tasty patch of clover. “I know the Halls really appreciate all the extra attention you’ve been giving him since he got hurt.”
Kate just nodded, trying not to let her emotions show on her face. Ford belonged to Fitz’s parents now. They’d bought him from his previous owners right after Hounds Hollow, paying the gelding’s former asking price even though he’d probably never be worth anything close to that again. Kate still had trouble believing that one evening in the hay stall at Hounds Hollow had led to this. It remained a little painful for her to think about what had happened that night, the night of the party and Ford’s accident, the night that had left Kate feeling used—and worse yet, stupid. Stupid for trusting Fitz, for believing that a hound dog could change his ways.
But the very next day, Fitz had surprised her again. They were all upset about what had happened to Ford—and even more so about Zara’s threat to tell Jamie that everyone’s favorite new groom was in the country illegally if they spilled the beans. Just when Tommi and Kate had almost convinced Zara to confess, Fitz had come along with Jamie—and before the rest of them knew what was happening, he’d confessed to the Ford incident himself!
Kate knew the others still didn’t quite understand why he’d done it. But she knew. He’d done it for her. It was his twisted, Fitz-like way of proving that he’d do anything to win her trust back.
“But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about,” Jamie went on, glancing quickly at his cell phone as it buzzed, then tucking it away again without answering. “We haven’t had much chance to chat since Hounds Hollow, but
I’ve been thinking about you and Fable.”
Fabelhaften, better known as Fable, was a sales horse that Jamie had just started letting Kate ride in the hypercompetitive 3’6” junior equitation division known as the Big Eq. The big gray gelding’s owner had moved overseas and was footing all the bills until Fable sold, which meant Kate didn’t even have to worry about paying entry fees. It was an amazing opportunity, and she knew she’d never be able to work hard enough to pay Jamie back for it.
“I’m really pleased with how you did with him,” Jamie went on. “Not many new horse-and-rider teams actually pin in their first attempt at the Big Eq, especially when neither of them has ever done it before.”
“Thanks,” Kate said softly. “Fable’s a really talented horse.”
“I know he is. And I can already tell I was right about you being a good match for him.” He smiled. “That means it’s time to talk about next steps for you two.”
“Good boy,” Tommi crooned as she ran a brush over Legs’s already gleaming back. “You were a superstar today, you know that?”
The lean bay gelding shifted impatiently in the cross-ties. He hated standing still for long, even when he was tired, and could be a handful when he got bored with being groomed. Or led. Or ridden, for that matter.
But Tommi didn’t mind any of that. Quirky was okay, as long as the horse could back it up in the ring. And this one could. After today’s ride, she was more certain of it than ever.
Just then Kate hurried around the corner. “Hi,” she said. “Need some help?”
“Sure, if you’ve got time.” Tommi tossed her another brush from the grooming tote at her feet. “Thought you were still out grazing Ford.”
“I just put him back in his stall.” Kate went to work on Legs’s other side.
Tommi could tell her friend had something on her mind. But when it came to sharing her thoughts, Kate could be as spooky as a fresh horse on a windy day, so Tommi kept quiet as long as she could stand it.
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