NovelOnlineChapter 61 Chapter 61 Aden The closer we get to the stable, the more Brooklyn seems to cheer up, as if she's leaving the memories of last night behind.
I can't hide the smile from my own face when I notice the change.
As much as she needs to get used to this life, needs to harden up, I was worried for her last night-truly worried that sreal damage had been done.
Brooklyn is delicate. I knew it the moment I met her. And it's one of the things I like best about her, too. She's a sensitive girl, feels things keenly, more acutely than others.
Given who her father is, the Luna blood clearly runs strong in her.
But beneath that, she has a solidity to her core, a well of strength that I'm pretty sure she's not even aware of. She's going to need that strength, though, if she's going to make it in this world.
And I'm determined to see that she does.
Because if she doesn't....
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI shake away the thought, not letting it enter my mind. I will see that she does, and I'll do everything I can to foster that strength in her.
It won't be easy, but if I do one thing right, I'm going to see that through.
Brooklyn sits up straight in the seat when we pull into the driveway of the stable, the gate swinging open for us.
I can tell that she's reining in her excitement for my sake, trying to play it cool. But she's out of the car before I can finish throwing it in park.
I know where to find her, though. She's in Heathcliff's stall, cooing to her horse, running her hands over his silky ears and talking to him softly.
I watch her for a few minutes, letting her greet her friend, who nuzzles her warmly.
"Have you ever ridden before, Brooklyn?" I ask after a few minutes.
She turns toand smiles, biting her lip a little in embarrassment.
I cock an eyebrow. I know her answer before she says it.
"Yes?" she tries, a question rather than a statement. "I've...ridden. Before." My mouth quirks up in a half smile. "By which you mean, you've sat on a couple of ponies at the county fair." Brooklyn bites her lip again before blushing. "Okay, yes. But the man who owned the ponies said I have a natural seat!" I laugh escapesbefore I even realize it.
I cough, bending down to pick up a basket of brushes and combs by the door, placing it inside the stall before shutting it and bolting them in.
As I stand my eyes follow up the bottom in those jeans, the silkineet length of her legs, the curve of of her hair coming down her back in a ponytail.
A natural seat indeed.
I blink, trying not to think about her bouncing on top of a horse as it trots, how I'd like to see her bounce on top of me. The moans I'd make escape her lips...
I grip the side of the stall so hard I might crack the wood, and shake myself out of it.
Thankfully today, all she'll be doing is a slow walk with the horse.
No bouncing necessary.
"I'll let you two get acquainted," I say, before any more inconvenient fantasies pop up in my mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Perhaps you could brush him. He'll like that."
Brooklyn eagerly selects a brush holding it up to Heathcliff in triumph. Lucky Heathcliff.
My wolf growls in agreement.
"I'll be back in a little bit," I tell her. "We'll get you saddled up and see if that seat is any good after all." I turn away, heading to the front of the barn.
So I'm surprised to hear her call afteronly a moment later.
"Thank you," she says softly, her head peeking out over the stall door.
I hardly look at her as I nod in understanding. If I do, if I looktað 100, ifl long, I might not be able to walk away. And this day is about her, her healing.
Not whatever is going on in my head.
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