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Saaze slid from the horse’s flank to the woman who’d just entered the stable with Reese “You know your breeds”

“I’m froh… I’ve never actually seen an Aan Last I read, there were less than two hundred thousand of them ide”

He nodded

She h maintained a respectful distance fro to help calm the mare “A bay silver Not common, but a very pretty color”

The mare’s body was reddish with silver points Her flaxen ed with silver

Sam said, “Her name’s Anabelle I call her Bells She was a show horse when she was younger I looked her up and she was very regal and had the perfect Ae of ownership, she was turned into a workhorse—or at least, the nener atte her The cuts and bruises have healed, but she’s still a bundle of nerves”

“Who can bla and indefinable, flickered in the deepest blue eyes Sam had ever stared into

Reese had told hi her best friend by She had not, however, mentioned the friend was Sky Travis, whose CD he’d all but worn out over the years Nor had Reese prepared hi, in fact, with high cheekbones and full, glossy lips Her brows arched slightly and long lashes framed her cerulean eyes

She had dark-auburn hair—a rich coppery color, the likes of which he’d never seen The silky-looking strands were styled in pluathered at the side and pulled over one shoulder, loosely bound by a thin, brown leather strip she’d tied in a bow

She easily took his breath away

Of the horse, she said, “Poor thing But Anabelle’s lucky you all found her”

“Unfortunately,” Saaze from Sky’s artistically sculpted face, “there are many more like her that we can’t immediately accommodate”

He returned the brush to its proper place and carefully led the mare to her stall and slid the latch into place Then he washed up and returned to where the to newcomer “Sam Bennett”

“Sky Travis” She gazed up at hi eyes as she slid her pal very a here”

“It was ets the credit”