“Here.” He can barely hold my gaze. Probably because I terrified him with my meltdown. I take the rope, confusion etched on my features. “Why?” “Because he’s yours now.” “What?” Disbelief paints my tone as my head swivels between the broody horse and the broody man who just handed him to me. “You bought me a horse?” “He’s sorta broken.” He bought me a horse.
