![]() Her spine smarting from the hardness of the mare’s, Alexandra regarded him with ill-concealed resentment. ‘Do you not wish to go riding after all?’ ![]() ‘Shall we begin again?’Īn hour later he had satisfied himself that she would not fall off again, but Alexandra’s legs felt like jellies as she clambered down. ‘Right,’ he said, when this was done to his satisfaction, offering his linked fingers for her foot. He set her on her feet, rescued the hat, and then directed her to tie the cords beneath her chin. Immediately, her sombrero went flying back off her head, and as she twisted in an attempt to retrieve it, the sheepskin beneath her slid sideways, and she would have fallen to the ground if Ricardo’s strong arms had not caught her. She took the reins he handed to her, dug in her heels, and Placida walked obediently forward. ![]() ‘Then we will see about a saddle, no?’Īdjusting the hat on her head, Alexandra accepted his hand to mount the animal, the sheepskin a comforting barrier between her spine and the mare’s back. ![]() ![]() She had told him about the horse at the convent on their way to the stables. ‘First I see how you sit the horse,’ he said. ‘I-er-don’t we need a saddle?’ she asked, as her companion adjusted the bridle over the mare’s ears, and he grinned. ![]()
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