I love him. I should enjoy this win. But I’m pining after a guy I fell in love with like some wishy-washy teenager. “I knew you’d win,” the pony rider says from beside me. But his voice is . . . I look over, and my jaw goes slack. Because Cole Harding is on the sturdy quarter horse beside me. He’s holding Pippy’s rein. He’s on a horse. “Cat got your tongue?” He grins, looking so damn proud of himself.
