Gavin straightened. She pried her gaze away and kept it focused on the dust motes dancing in the murky light while he tended her horse’s hooves. Then he led the bay mare he’d been grooming into the first stall. She led the sorrel into the second and latched the door. The slurp of the horses at the water buckets broke the silence.
Sabrina cleared her throat. “Are you and your brothers close?”
He shrugged. “Close enough.”
“Then there’s Melissa and … Erica Prentice? But she’s not a Jarrod, right?”
“We share the same father, but he never acknowledged Erica when he was alive.”
The bitterness in his voice caught her attention. “Don’t you like her?”
“Erica’s nice enough.”
“But?”
He pitched the brushes into a caddy. “My father had an affair immediately after my mother died.”
“You think he forgot her, and you’re angry that he moved on.”
“I don’t care.”
But he did. It showed in every stiff line of his body as he carried the caddy and blankets to the tack room.
She followed him inside. The smell of Lexol brought back memories of spending hours in here cleaning and oiling saddles and bridles. A small window filled the room with diffused light.
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