Page 10 of Fool for You
Cash
Four times a week till you’re on the road, then always in between when you’re home. No set schedule, really, just to keep you up on it. What’s your plan?
Me
Not sure, figuring that out! Now, love ya, but on to the next task.
I flipped back to the message screen, opening a new tab and typing Abi’s number.
Me
Hi Abi, it’s Quinn! How are my boys?
The small dots began to dance right away, but instead of a text, a photo showed up of Hook and Charming in their stalls. Hook was reaching over, his lips curled up, and he tried to bump into Charming’s in his pestering, big brother way. Charming’s face was turned away from him, ignoring Hook’s attention-seeking schemes. I loved those two. Each one offered something different, and the photo only showed it. Completely different, yet two peas in a pod. And I loved them more than anything.
Abi
Happy as can be.
Me
What vet do you use? I need to get them checked for the year. Any recommendations?
Abi
Most definitely, I’ll shoot his info over to you.
Me
Thank you! I’ll stop by later to say hi to them! I know I haven’t been around.
Abi
No worries, it’s my job, and we love having them here. Stetson and Wyatt have been helping—trust me, your boys are in good hands.
Wyatt Hartwell? Helping with horses?
I chuckled at the thought, not being able to picture him anywhere near the stables. How he and Abi were twins was beyond me. They were so different. I admired Abi in more ways than one. I saw how hard she worked at her stables and how much she cared for her family and the ranch. She turned Cash’s life upside down—for the better—and managed to keep the ranch moving despite overcoming her own obstacles. Wyatt, on the other hand…he had everything handed to him.
I would have, too, if I had gone down the path my mom wanted me to. When I told my mother I was done with pageants, it put a rift in our relationship. Her exact words—and yes, I remember them, they ring through my head every now and then—were “I won’t be supporting this, you can do it, but you’re doing it on your own.” So I did. I found that stable, I earned the money, and I bought my own damn horses. I worked my ass off to get to where I am, and there’s nothing I would trade for it.
There was a small sliver of me that wondered if Wyatt was the same. Maybe he wanted more, too, but with the way he acted—the way he relished his life—told me that sliver was just a pipe dream.
That boy didn’t work for anything.
Me? I could see exactly where my life would go, even after I was done competing.
There were a lot of things to consider, but ultimately I wanted to own and run a horse sanctuary. I wanted to take care of the retired racehorses, the retired show ponies, the horses that needed peace before they took their last breath. It was always something I thought of, something I would want to consider in the near future. Until then…
I’d compete.
And I’d save every penny I could to make that happen.
Wyatt didn’t have any plans like that for his future. I was certain.
Pushing any and all thoughts of Wyatt out of my head, I dialed the number Abi sent my way, making an appointment for Hook and Charming, then scheduled my first event in four weeks, and then the next, and the next.
I was on a roll, and nothing could stop me.
