Ena shrugged. “It doesn’t take much to hold a bottle. The foal’s doing the work. It’s not like I’m forcing the liquid down his throat.”
Mitch shook his head. He didn’t remember her being like this when they were in school together.
“I would have thought that being away from here would have made you less defensive, not more,” he said. “There’s nothing wrong in accepting a compliment.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what’s right and what’s not right,” she informed him.
Mitch was not about to get embroiled in an argument, not over something so minor.
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