“Blake thought it would be fun for us to do a little girls’ weekend before I’m too big to enjoy myself.” I toss a bridle over my shoulder, lifting a saddle and blanket off a wooden sawhorse and carrying them back to where she’s standing. “That so?” She lifts the latch, opening the door for me, and I put the blanket and saddle on top. “I think it’s the same weekend you have fall break. Maybe you could come home and check on the horses while we’re gone?”
