Clay smirked at her retort, pleased that she wasn't so pissed off at him now... Though she certainly had every right to be. Then her hand was in his, and he was letting her use his strength to pull herself to her feet, his gaze rested briefly on their joined hands, enjoying the feel of her softer, smaller hand before she pulled away. He stepped forward, grabbing the door for her. As she passed he leaned in and whispered, a hand going to her shoulder to pause her steps. "I think your brother would be rather annoyed if he couldn't drive Less home. We'll take my porch" He'd driven them here, and Lessa was good with a stick shift, but he didn't trust her with his baby.
At James' question, Lessa could only nod. Jep was probably the most laid back stallion on the farm, thanks to her careful training and handling over the years. She didn't risk putting kids up on him, but for adults he was a wonderful mount, no matter their experience, or lack there of. "Jep is probably the quietest horse on the farm. I use him for nervous adults in private lessons." She remembered one man she'd given lessons to before... a bully in a crowd, and in the stable, but insecure and nervous when placed up on top of any horse. It had taken her weeks to get him comfortable enough on Jep to pick up a canter, and she'd never been able to get him over even the smallest of cross rails. When he'd stopped coming for lessons, Lessa had assumed he didn't want her constant corrections. She'd later found out he'd been picked up by New Jersey police for a outstanding warrant. She couldn't say she was sorry he'd been caught. James' next words pulled her back from her thoughts, and she smirked. "Jep seemed to do just fine around you the other day." she commented softly. |
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