Destined

His lips tilted up. “They do. My momma used to say she could read me by their color.”

Lenobia couldn’t look away from him, even though anxiety rolled through her.

Thankfully, Bonnie chose then to nuzzle her. Lenobia rubbed the mare’s forehead while she tried to still the cacophony of feelings this human’s presence stirred. No. I will not allow this nonsense.

With a reinstated coolness, Lenobia looked from the mare to the cowboy. “Mr. Foster, why are you out here and not within assuring my stable is safe from prying fledglings?”

His eyes instantly darkened, returning to safe, ordinary brown. His tone went from warm to professional. “Well, ma’am, I had a talk with Darius and Stark. I do believe your horses are safe for the rest of this hour ’cause there’s two very pissed-off vampyres drilling them in hand-to-hand combat—with a big focus on showing them how to knock each other off their feet.” He tilted his hat up. “Seems those boys don’t like it any better than you do that their fledglings are being bothersome, so they’re gonna keep ’em mighty busy from now on.”

“Oh. Well. That is good news,” she said.

“Yep, that’s how I see it, too. So I thought I’d come out here and offer you something truly pleasurable.”

Was the man actually flirting with her? Lenobia squelched the nervous thrill she felt and instead leveled a cool, steady gaze on him. “I cannot think of any possible way for you to offer me pleasure.”

She was sure his eyes started to lighten, but his gaze remained as steady as hers. “Well, ma’am, I assumed that would be obvious to you. I’m offerin’ you a ride.” He paused and then added. “On Bonnie.”

“Bonnie?”

“Bonnie. My horse. The big gray girl standing right there nuzzlin’ you. The one who likes cookies.”

“I know who she is,” Lenobia snapped.

“Thought you might like to ride her. That’s why I came out here with her all saddled up for ya.” When Lenobia didn’t speak, he tilted his hat and looked vaguely uncomfortable. “When I need to relax—to remember to smile and breathe—I get on Bonnie and gallop her. Hard. She can move for a big girl, but it’s a little like ridin’ a mountain, and that makes me smile. Thought it might do the same for you.” He hesitated and added, “But if you don’t want to, I’ll take her back inside.”

Bonnie nudged her shoulder, as if offering the ride herself.

And that decided Lenobia. She’d never turned down a horse before, and no human, no matter how uncomfortable he made her, was going to cause her to start.

“I believe you could be right, Mr. Foster.” She stood, took the reins from him, and flipped them over Bonnie’s widely arched neck.

She could tell she’d surprised him by the way he moved. He was on his feet in an instant.

“Here, I’ll give you a leg up.”

“No need,” she said. Lenobia turned her back to him and clucked to the mare, encouraging her to walk forward along the back side of the bench. Moving with a lithe grace that came from centuries of practice, Lenobia stepped from the ground to the seat of the bench, and then the iron backrest, easily finding the stirrup and swinging up, up, and into Bonnie’s saddle. She noticed immediately that he’d shortened the stirrups of his wide Western saddle to accommodate her much shorter legs, so even though the seat was too big, it felt comfortable rather than awkward. She looked down at Travis and had to smile because he seemed so very, very far below her.

His grin answered hers. “I know.”

“It’s different from up here,” she said.

“Yep, sure is. Take my girl out. She’ll remind you to breathe and smile. Oh, and Lenobia, I’d ’preciate it if you’d stop callin’ me Mr. Foster.” He tipped his hat to her, added a smile and a long, slow, “If you please, ma’am.”

Lenobia only raised an eyebrow at him. She gave Bonnie a squeeze with her knees and made the same kiss noise she’d heard Travis making. The mare responded with no hesitation. They moved off smoothly. The wind had continued to pick up and with the warmth this evening Lenobia was reminded of spring. She smiled. “Maybe this long, cold winter is over, Bonnie girl. Maybe spring is coming.”

Bonnie’s ears flicked back, listening, and Lenobia patted her wide neck. She pointed the mare north and rode along the stone wall past the broken tree that had been the site of so much pain, past the stables and arena. They rode, alternatively walking and trotting, all the way to the place where east joined north, in the corner of the rectangle that encompassed the campus grounds. By the time they’d reached the corner, Lenobia felt she had Bonnie’s rhythm and her trust. She turned the mare so that she was pointed back in the direction from which they’d come.

“All right, my Bonnie big girl, let’s see what you’re made of.” Lenobia leaned forward, squeezed her knees, kicked with her heels, and made a loud kiss noise while she flipped the ends of the reins on the big mare’s butt.

Bonnie took off like she thought she was a quarter horse out of the roping shoots.

“Ha!” Lenobia shouted. “That’s it! Let’s go!”

Bonnie’s huge hooves drove into the ground. Lenobia could feel the mare’s powerful heartbeat. The warm night air whipped her hair back and the Horse Mistress leaned even farther forward, encouraging Bonnie to let loose—to give her everything.

The mare responded with a burst of speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a creature who weighed two thousand pounds.

As the wind whistled around them, lifting Lenobia’s long silver hair in time with the Percheron’s mane in that magickal dance that melded horse to rider, Lenobia thought of the ancient Persian saying: The breath of heaven is found between a horse’s ears.

“That’s right! That’s exactly right!” Lenobia yelled, and clung to the speeding mare’s back.

Joyously, freely, wonderfully, Lenobia moved as one with Bonnie. She didn’t realize she’d been laughing aloud until she pulled the mare in and circled her, finally coming to a halt, blowing and sweating, beside Travis and their bench.

“She’s magnificent!” Lenobia laughed again, and leaned forward to hug Bonnie’s damp neck.

“Yeah, I told ya it’d be better after that,” Travis called to her, catching Bonnie’s bridle and echoing Lenobia’s laughter.

“What couldn’t be? That’s so much fun!”

“Like riding a mountain?”

“Exactly like riding a beautiful, smart, wonderful mountain!” Lenobia hugged Bonnie again. “You know what? You really do deserve all those cookies,” she told the mare.

Travis just laughed.

Lenobia kicked her leg over the saddle to slide off Bonnie, but the ground was much farther away than she’d anticipated. She staggered and would have fallen had Travis not caught her elbow in his strong grip.

“Steady there … steady girl,” he murmured, sounding like he was speaking to a spooked filly. “Ground’s a long ways down. Take ’er easy or you’ll have a nasty fall.”

Still feeling the sweet adrenaline rush from her run with the mare, Lenobia laughed. “I don’t care! The ride would be worth the fall. The ride would be worth anything!”

“Some girls are,” Travis said.

Lenobia looked up at the tall cowboy. His eyes had lightened so that they weren’t just hazel anymore. They were flecked with an olive green that was distinctive and light and unmistakably familiar.

Lenobia didn’t think. Instinct drove her. She stepped into his embrace. It seemed Travis had stopped thinking, too, because he’d dropped Bonnie’s reins and pulled Lenobia into his arms. Their lips met with a kind of desperation that was part passion, part question.

She could have stopped herself, but she didn’t. She allowed it. No, more than that. Lenobia met Travis’s passion with her own, and answered his question with desire and need.

The kiss went on long enough for Lenobia to recognize the taste and feel of him, and for her to admit to herself that she’d missed him—missed him desperately.

And then she began thinking again.

She only had to pull just a little and he let her slip from the warm circle of his arms.