Sutton’s face paled. “Gallop?” she squeaked. Luca nodded so fast his head was a blur. “Yup! And maybe I can do barrel racing one day.” Sutton pressed a hand to her chest. “You can’t love golf?” His face scrunched up. “Sweater vests, Mom. Ew.” I laughed as I moved to wrap an arm around Sutton. “Give it up, Mama. Your kid is way too cool for golf.”
