Page 65 of Training the Heart

I tilt her chin up to me, bringing her eyes to mine. I can see the worry she’s wearing and I’m not fucking having it. Brad, and anyone else that ever made her feel like she wasn’t enough for one fucking second, needs to have their head knocked.

I use the voice that tells her this is no longer a discussion. “Ivy, it’s done, and she’s the horse I want too.”

She huffs out a breath, looks to the horse being led out of the sale ring then back up to me. “You must be crazy, Wade Ashby.”

She’s right, I am crazy, but not in the way she thinks.

“Call me whatever you want, Trouble. But I’m not worried one bit. I’m not betting on the horse. I’m betting onyou.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Ivy

“Isent Rowan the stats on my Angel baby already, he seems excited.”

Wade looks at me and opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “Yes, my girl already has a nickname. I’m so excited to start working with her I could die.” I smile wide, and it must be contagious because those dimples I cannot get enough of are in full force on Wade’s face.

“There are a few others we could work with if he passes,” he says as we walk. “I’ve already sent out emails to a few to introduce us, just in case.”

I nod, although I don’t think we’ll need to—Rowan seemed very interested in working with Silver Pines.

“There she is, go see her.” Wade rubs my back, giving my shoulder a little squeeze, and points with the documents and the book in his other hand to Angel.

As I start to walk, he motions with his head for the registration table in the next building.

“I’ll go call Morgan and get us settled with the auction house and the forms for the AQTA. You visit with her, get acquainted, I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving to call our agent.

I greet Silver Pines’ new baby—my new baby—and spend the next few minutes reiterating to myself over and over that I can do this, that she’s the one, that my gut instinct is right, that we didn’t just spend over half a million dollars on the wrong horse. The moment my hand connects with her my confidence returns. I instantly know I can work my magic with her

“You are the one, ain’t you, baby?” I ask her.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me from the moment.

GINGER

What do you call a woman horse?

I smile. I’m starting to love having friends.

A filly, until she’s four. Then she’s a mare.

GINGER

Fuck yes, well, like I always say, if you want something done right, get a woman on the job. Especially an angel filly.

OLIVIA

Yes, angel energy. You’ve got this Ivy!

CECE

I had to tell them. Congratulations!

News travels fast in this family

CECE

I held it in as long as I could, Nash told me this was the horse a few hours ago, I’m so excited for you.

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