“What are you doing?” One hand on his hip, he holds the drill up to me like I’ve just asked the most obvious question in the world. “Building a shelter.” My brow wrinkles as I hear him confirm what Billie and Mira guessed. “I thought you hated horses?” “I don’t hate horses.” Pippy snorts and bats her eyelashes at him. Another one down, apparently. “Okay. You said you don’t like horses.” “Yup.” He grunts as he turns his back on me and crouches down to line up two boards. “But I like you.” And then he silently gets to work while I stand there watching him. Dumbstruck.
