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GOOSE tossed his head and danced sideways, jerking Lilyâs attention back from her reverie just in time to see him angle her dangerously close to a low hanging branch. She ducked at the last second and steered him back to the path. âBehave yourself, you spoiled horse.â
Goose merely snorted in response.
It would be her own fault if Gooseâs bad attitude unseated her. She knew better than to let her attention driftâGoose simply loved to challenge a rider and see who was really in chargeâbut the peace and beauty of the Marshall estate was hypnotic at times. When combined with the gentle cadence of Gooseâs walk as he cooled down from his run, it was hard not to let her mind drift away.
All those people who paid money for fancy yoga classes or time on a shrinkâs couch just needed to spend half an hour doing exactly this. They could quit twisting themselves into pretzels to meditate or digging up their daddy issues in search of peace. This was free therapy.
No, it was better than free; the Marshalls actually paid her. It was crazy, but true, and she thanked her lucky stars every single day that sheâd landed here. It was perfect.
They were almost to the river, and Goose began to trot as the break in the trees grew closer. She could see the early-morning sunlight glinting off the water, and she turned her face up to the sky to let it warm her skin as they crossed the treeline. Goose walked straight to the waterâs edge and waded in, and only a sharp tug kept him from going directly to a depth guaranteed to soak her only pair of boots.
âNot this time, Goose. Iâm on to your tricks. Iâm not walking around with wet feet all day again.â
As if he understood, Goose made a sound suspiciously like a disappointed huff, then lowered his head to drink. Pulling out her own water bottle, she took a moment to enjoy the view of the sun peeping over the mountains in the distance while she drank.
The Marshall estateâHill Chaseâwas a little slice of heaven on earth. It was close enough to D.C. to allow easy escape and respite for the various family members immersed in politics and government, but it felt light years away from all that. It was also a business unto itselfâas well as the familyâs homeâand Lily did her best to just blend in with the scores of other employees. She took a deep breath of the clean air and blew it out, and the knowledge sheâd been too cautious to really accept settled on her shoulders like the sunshine.
Her social worker had told her this day would come. Lily hadnât believed Jerry then, but now â¦
She really could start over. She already had, she corrected herself. The Lily she used to be was fading more and more every day, and the Lily she was now had finally begun to feel like the real herâlike sheâd been trapped inside a box and was just now able to freely move and breathe.
She shook her head to clear away the fanciful thoughts. While sheâd be perfectly happy to spend all day right here, she still had two more horses that needed their exercise and a long list of other chores waiting for her at the stable. âCome on, Goose. Letâs go.â
âAlready? You just got here.â