“Show me what you’ve learned,” he says. I shake my head. “I can’t.” “You paid attention when we left the healer’s,” he says. “Every time I tightened or pulled on the reins, you made note of it. I saw you. You can do this.” I stare at the leather straps in my grasp, unsure of what to do. “I was just staring at your hands,” I say, the truth escaping my mouth before I realize. He leans to the side so he can get a better look at my face. “You what?” I can’t stop the blush from stinging my cheeks, and I shrug. “You have nice hands.” His smile grows until it’s pure brass, and I roll my eyes, knowing
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