wearing a helmet,” Madison said.
“Maybe I could rent some stall space from you,” Jake said. “Put in a couple of decent quarter horses. Get a real saddle.”
Across the fence, a dozen head of black angus drifted along, grazing down the spring grass, like inkblots on green baize. Cows liked to watch people; Jake had, on occasion, wondered if they were plotting something.
Madison asked, “How’re we doing?”
Jake thought for a moment, then said, “We’re doing better than expected.”
“Expected by who?”
“By us,” he said.
“You trust me yet?” She asked it in a light voice, but she was serious.
He bobbed his head. “I do. It’s not like I figured something out. I trust you in my gut. I trust you like I trusted my guys in Afghanistan.”
More angus drifted by, chewing.
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” Madison said. “I didn’t expect to, but I couldn’t help it.”
He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he said, “Jeez.”
She said, “If I’m going to have kids, it’ll have to be soon. I’m getting on in years.”
“I’d like a few kids,” Jake said. “I’d be good at being somebody’s old man.”
“We oughta start working on it, then.”
“Fine with me. As long as I can keep my hat.” He touched the horse with his heels, moving down the fence line.
She called after him, “So we have a basis for negotiation.”
“Yup.” He turned in the saddle to look back at her and caught a quick flash of teeth. “Made you smile,” he said.
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