Megan a teenage girl is mad about horses and works at a stables during the weekend in return for free rides.
She is madly in love with Luke, stable owner even though he is much her senior.
Eventually she gets her revenge on Luke's two -timing attitude. Megan finds a job at a professional stables and walks out of his life.
Megan dropped the hay net on the floor as Luke peered around the door. She raked her hands through her long hair and smiled at him.
‘Hello love can you do me a favour,’ he said with a wolfish smile. ‘I’m getting married next Sunday. Can you bring Bella to Greenwood church. Angela and I would like the mare on the wedding photos?’
Megan nodded and blushed profusely as Luke walked across the room. He put his arm around her shoulders and lifted her chin to kiss her lips. She removed his other hand from the seat of her jodhpurs. As she stepped away from him the tantalizing aroma of his after shave made it even more difficult for her to gain any composure.
‘The wedding is next Sunday at 11 am. Can you tack Bella up in her show bridle and navy travelling rug?’ Said Luke. He frowned as his mobile phone buzzed in the pocket of his jeans and winked at Megan. As he walked out of the feed room holding his phone to his ear she heard his slow sexy voice and knew it would be Angela his wife-to-be.
Megan peered around the door and watched as Luke drove out of the stable yard. She walked across to the tack room and opened the door to be greeted by an aroma of saddle soap and leather. Bella’s show bridle hung on a hook in the corner, she took it down and caressed the leather with her fingers. So Luke was finally getting married. A feeling of sadness combined with anger washed over her.
For the past four years Megan had worked at Raintree stables owned by Luke Gibson. She adored Luke and like most other girls who came to ride at his yard, found it hard to resist his charms. He was thirty three years old, six feet tall with jet black hair. Engaged to Angela Carlton-Hughes for over a year, they met while competing in a horse show two years ago.
Angela’s father James Carlton-Hughes, owned Oxborn manor and coach stables. The rambling house stood in its own grounds on the edge of Dovedale village.
Megan James at sixteen years old was still at school and absolutely adored Luke. The age gap made no difference to her feelings for him. She was at the stables by the crack of dawn every weekend and worked mainly for the love of horses and the free rides.
The day of the wedding dawned fine and dry. Megan cycled to the stables wearing a checked hacking jacket, with a pair of jodhpurs and black riding boots in a bag suspended on the handlebars. Butterflies somersaulted in her stomach as she thought about the day ahead. The bike tyre skidded on a pebble in the stable yard as she jumped off and pushed her bike inside the feed room.
In the tack room she collected a grooming kit and halter. The stables were closed for the day, with the other horses and ponies turned out in the paddock. Bella, a 16.2hh black Anglo Arab mare, whickered softly as Megan opened the stable door.
Megan was occasionally allowed to exercise Bella, if Luke was away on business. She found the mare’s smooth pace and flighty nature a pleasure compared to the other riding school horses.
‘Right Bella, lets get you cleaned up, you have to look your best!’ She said patting the mare’s warm neck.
As she brushed the mare’s coat the smooth strokes began to calm her nerves. On one hand she was proud to take Bella to the church. But once Luke was married, would she still be able to meet him at their secret place? Life without Luke would be unbearable!
Megan stood back and admired the mare’s coat which gleamed like polished ebony, the long black mane lay in waves across her withers. She applied a coat of hoof oil to Bella’s hooves and shut the stable door behind her. As she glanced at her watch she realised it was nearly 10.15am. She rinsed her hands underneath the tap at the side of the feed room, wiping them on her dusty jeans.
As the stable yard was deserted she changed into jodhpurs and riding jacket in the tack room. With a comb she gathered her long dark brown hair into a neat pony tail held together with an elastic band. The long black riding boots completed the outfit. With the bridle slung over her shoulder she picked up the navy rug and locked the door behind her.
Ten minutes later, Bella followed her out of the stable wearing the show bridle and smart navy rug. The horse towered over her with head held high, nostrils flared.
‘Yes I know you’re beautiful,’ laughed Megan.
She walked the horse down the track and out onto the deserted country road. A tractor in a nearby field dug deep furrows in the soil, accompanied by seagulls swooping and diving behind the plough. Suddenly a pigeon flew across her path and Bella side-stepped in fright, snagging Megan’s finger nail on the reins.
‘Steady girl,’ said Megan, muttering under her breath as blood began to ooze from her broken finger nail. She pulled a hanky out of her pocket and wrapped it around the finger nail. The last thing she wanted was blood on her clean jodhpurs! Perhaps riding Bella to the church might have been a better plan?
As they turned the corner Megan could see the small clock tower on the church in the distance. Sunlight glinted on cars that were parked along the grass verge.
As she reached the gate to the church music, echoed from within. Megan led Bella along a track at the side of the cemetery and through a gate. She stopped beneath a chestnut tree a few yards from the church door. Now all she had to do was wait until the ceremony was over.
Bella, put her head down to eat the lush grass and in doing so promptly trod on Megan’s boot.
‘Ouch,’ she said as pain spread through her foot from the weight of the iron-clad hoof. ‘Get off my toe, you stupid animal!’ She muttered, pushing with all her strength against the mare’s shoulder.
Megan blinked as coloured stars flashed before her eyes. After what seemed like an eternity Bella moved her front leg. Megan wrenched her foot free and stood on one leg. ‘Damn I hope my toe isn’t broken,’ she whimpered in pain.
She couldn’t believe her luck. What with a broken finger nail and now a crushed toe. The image of an elegant girl groom with a handsome black mare had completely vanished. She was temporarily blinded by the sunlight as beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
Bella lifted her head with ears pricked as the church door opened. Bride and groom walked out together into the sunlight. Angela’s pale blue wedding dress clung to her slim frame, glossy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. Luke wore an immaculate grey suit with his black hair sleeked back and a broad smile on his handsome face.
Megan sighed miserably why did she love the handsome rogue? A photographer stepped forward with his long hair tied up in a pony tail. He wore a black beret perched on his head at a jaunty angle and a camera hung on a strap over his shoulder. He gestured to the bride and groom to take their positions for the photographs.
‘Just a minute Bob I want my horse in some of the pictures,’ said Luke. He turned and waved hurriedly to Megan.
Bob gave Luke a quizzical look and stepped out of the way, as Megan led Bella across the grass. She tried to conceal the limp and gritted her teeth with a rather grim smile on her face
As she handed over the reins to Luke their hands touched briefly. ‘Thanks love, Bella looks superb,’ he said.
Luke stood with Bella at his right side and holding Angela’s delicate left hand in his. The wedding guests stood each side of the church path. Megan decided to take refuge behind them. Bella stood like a rock and seemed unperturbed by the flash on the camera. Fifteen minutes later the photo session was over.
A navy limousine drew up at the church gate with sunlight reflecting off the sleek bodywork. The reception was to be held in the Fox and Hounds pub in the village. Apparently Luke and Angela were taking a honeymoon in the Seychelles at the end of the month.
Megan walked over and took the reins from Luke, Bella sidled and snorted at her side, she was eager to go home.
‘I’ll see you next Saturday at the stables,’ whispered Luke and winked at Megan.
Megan smiled shyly as her heart turned somersaults.
Confetti thrown by the guests rained over the bride and groom, to flutter onto the grass like coloured snowflakes.
The limousine driver watched the bride and groom walk down the path. He opened the back door of the car and waited as they climbed inside. The car glided off down the road in style, followed a few minutes later by the guests in their vehicles.
Megan limped down the road leading Bella. Even though Luke was now a married man, it was obvious he still wanted to see her. She knew it was wrong, but unfortunately her heart ruled her head!
Megan heard a car approaching on the road behind her and gripped Bella’s reins tightly. A black Land Rover with registration number JH1 pulled to a halt at the grass verge. A woman got out clad in a navy blue trouser suit and white sandals.
‘Hello Megan, you help at Raintree stables is that right?’ she said smiling as she put her hand up to stroke the mare’s neck.
Megan nodded, a frown creasing her brow as a sudden jolt of pain shot through her big toe encased in the tight riding boot.
The woman held out her hand, Megan shook it briefly. ‘I’m Jenny Hill and I own Tremane Stud in Haxton. I saw you at the church and wondered if you’re interested in a job with horses?’
Megan stared at the small dark haired woman in shock, for a moment she was speechless. ‘But I’m still at school Mrs Hill,’ she said dejectedly.
Jenny smiled and pulled a card from her pocket. ‘Here’s my business card. Will you think it over, I’m looking for another groom to work with my young horses?’
With that the woman walked back to her Land Rover, climbed in and drove off along the country lane. Megan looked down at the business card clasped tightly in her hand.
Back at the stables Megan hobbled up to the paddock leading Bella. She opened the gate and led the mare through. With a tug she pulled off the navy rug and took off the bridle leaving Bella to graze on the lush grass.
Bella shook her head and with a deep sigh dropped to the ground and rolled over and over, legs waving in the air. Megan frowned, ‘all that grooming wasted,’ she muttered. She was glad the ordeal was over. Apart from a sore toe and broken finger nail she hadn’t made too much of a fool of herself, either with Bella or Luke.
The journey home took longer than usual. She struggled to turn the pedals on her bike as her toe throbbed painfully and the riding boots chafed her calves.
At last she arrived home and put her bike in the shed. She limped over to the back door and pushed the key in the lock. In the kitchen she pulled off her riding jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. She took two paracetamol from the first aid box in the cupboard and made herself a strong mug of tea. As she lay down on the sofa in the lounge, she began to realise that Luke was a total cad. Even though he was married to Angela, it looked as though he presumed she would still want to meet him in secret.
Julie, Megan’s mum, arrived home at five thirty. She walked in the front door and dropped her car keys onto the windowsill.
‘Hello love how did the wedding go?’ said Julie as she tossed her briefcase onto the armchair in the lounge and took off her crumpled jacket.
‘Well apart from a broken finger nail, Bella trod on my foot outside the church,’ sighed Megan.
‘Let me see your toe,’ said Julie, with a worried frown on her face. Megan took off her sock to reveal her swollen toe, now a dark shade of blue, with the nail cracked down the side.
Julie shuddered ‘Go and have a soak in the bath, that will help to soothe the pain.’
Megan began to cry, tear drops soaked into her polo shirt. ‘He’s finally gone and got married,’ she sobbed as she put her foot to the ground.
Julie shook her head, sat down and handed Megan a hanky ‘Listen, I know you’ve a crush on Luke, but he’s much too old for you.’
‘How did you know Mum?’ said Megan, as she blew her nose loudly on the hanky.
‘You can’t pull the wool over my eyes love,’ said Julie. Apart from the horse talk all I ever hear is Luke did this and Luke did that. Not to mention he has a reputation too!’
Megan blushed and looked down at her hands as she twisted her fingers together in embarrassment.
‘Listen love I hope you’ve been careful, did you have sex with him?’ said Julie gazing intently at Megan.
‘No, well almost, but I refused to go the whole way,’ said Megan shifting in the seat as her cheeks turned red.
‘Did you know he’s been married before?’ said Julie perching on the arm of the sofa.
‘No I didn’t, what happened?’ said Megan.
‘He married an older woman called Madeline Horn, she owns an equitation centre in Sandstone. Apparently the marriage only lasted eighteen months because she caught him with one of her girl grooms in a stable!’
Megan stood up and followed her Mum into the kitchen. She stared sadly out of the window. So the rumours about Luke were true!
‘Can you boil the kettle love and put the oven on for me?’ ‘I’ll just go and change out of my suit.’ Said Julie.
On Monday morning Megan hobbled into the kitchen. ‘I can’t go to school Mum, my toe is no better.’
Julie nodded as she pushed papers into her briefcase. Dressed in a smart black jacket and pencil skirt with a crisp white blouse she was ready to go. She worked as a secretary for a lawyer in Haxton a nearby farming town. Divorced from her husband Alan for over five years, she had remained with Megan in their family home in Scarsgale village.
‘Are you going to ring the school when it opens?’ said Julie as she opened the front door.
Megan nodded and pecked her briefly on the cheek.
‘Alright love see you later and take care,’ said Julie as she walked over to her car and climbed inside. She waved to Megan as she reversed out of the driveway.
Megan limped into the kitchen and made a cup of tea. A wave of relief washed over her, no school today thank goodness!
At nine fifteen she picked up phone in the lounge and rang the school. ‘Hello Mrs Andrews, its Megan Saunders. I’m afraid a horse trod on my toe at the weekend and I can’t come in to school today.’
‘Oh dear I hope you are alright Megan and thank you for ringing me.’ said the Headmistress.
Megan put the phone down and looked at her watch, it was going to be a long day, her Mum would not be home until after 5pm.
She stood and stared out the lounge window. No matter what her Mum had said, she must go and see Luke at the stables, she knew he always schooled Bella on Mondays. She limped down the hall and took down her coat from the peg. She closed the back door behind her and locked it. As she wheeled her bike out of the shed, she knew she had to be home before noon, in case anyone from the school saw her out and about.
With a struggle she climbed onto the bike and gingerly pedalled down the road using her right foot to try and alleviate any pressure on her left toe.
As she turned into the stable yard, she applied the brakes carefully and climbed off the bike to lean it again the feed room door. The stables were empty and the tack room door closed. Perhaps Luke is out on a hack, she muttered to herself.
For a moment she thought she heard voices. She limped across to the tack room and turned the door knob, it was locked. With her hand she shaded her eyes and peered through the dusty window.
A cold shiver of revulsion ran down her spine. Luke was sprawled on the sofa with Sophie Lewis beneath him, with her jodhpurs around her ankles. Megan had no doubt in her mind what they were doing.
Megan ducked down from the window and edged along the side of the tack room. Nausea rose in her throat. Mum was right he’s a total love rat! She stifled a cry of pain as her shoe connected with a stone on the floor.
With a creak the tack room door swung open and Luke peered out with his black hair tousled. His face turned white as he saw Megan climbing onto her bike.
‘Wait love I can explain.’ He shouted as he struggled to fasten up the fly on his jeans.
A sob escaped from her as she turned the corner and cycled out onto the road. Sophie was married to Oliver Manning the local blacksmith. How long had Luke been seeing her she wondered? Tears dripped off her chin as she careered along the road. How dare Luke make a fool of her, and he’d only been married a week!
Back at home she flung her bike into the shed, and slammed the door. In the kitchen she sat at the table with her head in her hands. While she was at school he’d been seeing Sophie and who knows how many other women!
She stood up and limped into the hall and opened the cupboard door. Inside her riding jacket pocket she found the crumpled business card. With a notepad and pen beside her on the hall table she rang the number.
‘Hello Tremane stud, how may I help you ?’ said a voice at the other end.
‘Hello my name is Megan Saunders, can I book an appointment to see Mrs Hill,’ said Megan, as she doodled with the pen on the notepad.
‘Yes can you hold on a moment,’ said the secretary.
Megan could hear pages being turned over at the other end of the phone.
‘Jenny will see you at 10am on Saturday, if that’s convenient?’ said the secretary.
‘Yes that’s fine and could you give me directions to the stables,’ said Megan.
She listened and scribbled down the information on the notepad before putting down the receiver. It was time to move on in her life!
Early on Saturday morning Megan stood in front of the long mirror in the hallway. ‘Mum do I look smart enough?’ she shouted as she fiddled with her blouse buttons.
Julie peered around the kitchen door. ‘Yes you look absolutely fine love but brush your hair.’
At nine thirty mother and daughter set off to Tremane stables in Haxton five miles from their home in Scarsgale. After following the directions on the scrap of paper, Julie drew up at the side of a pair of large iron gates.
‘Good luck love,’ I’m going to the supermarket, and I’ll be back within the hour.’ She said as Megan got out of the car.
Megan stood for a moment staring at the smart sign ‘Tremane Stud,’ with a picture of a prancing black horse below the letters. She glanced at her watch and waved to her Mum as the car drew away from the kerb.
Megan breathed in deeply trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. As she entered the stable yard her mouth dropped open in awe. She counted ten loose boxes on each side of the yard.
Several horses looked over their doors, and she smiled as a handsome chestnut whickered a welcome. A stable girl appeared from a loosebox at the end of the row, pushing a wheelbarrow piled high with dirty straw.
‘Hello I’ve come to see Mrs Hill,’ said Megan, blushing profusely.
‘The office is at the end of the yard,’ said the girl as she smiled at Megan and walked off towards the muck heap at the rear of the stables.
Megan admired the plaque with a name in bold black letters on each stable door. The yard was immaculate, not a wisp of hay or straw to be seen.
Megan stood outside the office, cleared her throat and tapped gently on the door.
‘Come in,’ said a voice from within.
Megan opened the door and walked inside. Mrs Hill sat behind a dark mahogany desk staring at a computer screen. She took off her spectacles and smiled.
‘Hello Megan, you found us then?’ said Jenny waving to a chair.
‘Yes thanks, my Mum gave me a lift,’ said Megan as she took a seat. She was a little out of her comfort zone in the luxury surroundings, having never had an interview in her life! A scraggy black mongrel crawled out from beneath the desk and licked Megan’s hand.
‘Sorry that’s Bertie, he hardly ever leaves my side,’ laughed Jenny as the little dog sat down at Megan’s feet. She began to relax as she stroked the dog’s wiry coat.
‘I breed horses, and Dan James is my trainer. I need another groom to help out with the mares and foals. Have you had much experience with horses Megan?’ said Jenny as she twisted her spectacles around in her tanned hands.
‘Yes Mrs Hill, I started riding when I was nine years old, and I’ve worked at Raintree stables for nearly four years,’ said Megan. ‘I don’t get paid but have free rides in return!’
‘Well I’ve known Luke for a few years and he is quite highly ranked in the event world too!’ said Jenny as she closed her notebook.
Megan nodded and wondered if Jenny was one of Luke’s ex-girlfriends.
‘Lets go and see the horses,’ said Jenny as she stood up from the desk with Bertie following close behind her.
Megan quashed the thoughts of Luke and followed Jenny out into the yard. They walked down a tarmac track before reaching a gate to a large paddock.
The field was separated by a fence, behind which grazed at least twenty horses. Megan admired the chestnuts, greys, blacks and bays all obviously well bred. In the paddock a tall blonde haired man lunged a beautiful chestnut filly. Jenny chuckled as the horse bucked and sidled, but the man took it in his stride and gently waved a long whip on the floor to keep the horse moving around him in a wide circle.
‘I’ve got forty five horses and five foals at the moment,’ said Jenny proudly.
Megan nodded sagely, realising that Tremane Stud was a much more professional establishment than the rather down-to-earth Raintree riding school.
‘Dan have you got a minute,’ shouted Jenny.
The filly slowed to a halt and joined the man to walk beside him, her nostrils flared from the exercise.
‘Dan this is Megan Saunders, I’m showing her around the stables, with a possibility of her coming to work for me,’ said Jenny.
Megan smiled at Dan, his wavy blonde hair contrasted by a pair of ice blue eyes. He looked around thirty and she wondered if he was married.
‘Hello there.’ ‘This is Dancer, she’s a two year old, I’m just schooling her today,’ said Dan, eyes twinkling in amusement as he gazed at Megan’s red face.
Jenny leaned over the gate to pat the filly’s warm neck and broke the spell between the two of them.
‘Dancer’s going well Dan, we’ll leave you to your work,’ said Jenny briskly. She walked back with Megan to the stable yard.
In the office, Jenny opened a filing cabinet and took out two sheets of paper.
‘I’d like to offer you the position as a groom, Megan,’ she said as she stapled the two pieces of paper together.
Megan didn’t even pause to think, she had nothing to lose with a full time job at a professional stables.
‘Yes Mrs Hill I’d love the job. I’m leaving school at the end of term anyway which is in a month’s time,’ said Megan.
‘My name’s Jenny and this is a contract for the job. Can you read it through and sign your name at the bottom.’ She said handing Megan the papers.
With a pen Megan signed her name at the bottom of the page.
‘I’ll keep a copy and you take the other one home with you,’ said Jenny.
‘Just one more thing, can you ring me on Monday evening to confirm that you can start work by the end of the month?’ said Jenny as she opened the office door and walked out into the yard.
‘Yes I will Jenny, and thanks for showing me around your stables,’ said Megan, her cheeks aching from the broad grin on her face. ‘I must go my Mum will be waiting for me at the end of the drive.’
Megan clasped the piece of paper in her hand and walked down to the gate in high spirits. Dan, the handsome, blonde haired trainer remained in her thoughts for the rest of the day.
‘Hello love.’ ‘How did the interview go?’ said Julie as Megan opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat.
‘I’ll tell you all about it when we get home,’ said Megan stretching out her legs completely drained of energy.
Megan set off for school on Monday, she couldn’t wait to speak to the Headmistress. She knocked sharply on the door of the office and walked inside.
‘I’ve been offered a job at a stables, Mrs Andrews,’ said Megan.
The headmistress folded her hands together on top of the desk and peered over her spectacles.
‘That’s good news Megan and I hope you’ll be happy,’ said the Headmistress, eyes twinkling behind her heavy rimmed glasses.
‘I’ve always wanted to work with horses, and Tremane stud is a very professional stables!’ said Megan as she stood up. She left the office with a spring in her step, only two more weeks and she was free as a bird, no more boring lessons!
On Friday evening Megan waited patiently for her Mum to return from work.
Before Julie had even got in the door Megan approached her with ‘Mum can you lend me some money until I get my first wage packet?’
Julie gave her daughter a quizzical look. ‘And what do you need the money for love?’
‘I need two pairs of jodhpurs and two polo shirts for my new job,’ said Megan tapping the toe of her slipper against the cupboard door.
Julie walked through into the lounge and opened the writing desk. She took five crisp twenty pound notes from her purse and shut the desk lid, turning the key in the lock.
‘Now don’t go wasting it will you?’ said Julie, as she handed the money over to Megan.
‘I’ll be able to pay you back within three months,’ said Megan squeezing her Mum’s hand in thanks. She knew how hard her Mum worked to pay the bills and support them both.
Saturday morning dawned fine and dry. Megan couldn’t believe how her life had changed within the last few weeks. By luck more than judgement she had managed to avoid Luke and deleted his number from her mobile phone. Somehow she couldn’t forget the grotesque image of him lying on the sofa with Sophie in the tack room.
With a shrug of her shoulders she jumped out of bed and opened the wardrobe. She dressed in a smart white blouse and pulled on her best pair of boot cut jeans. Today she had to carry out some serious retail therapy, it was time to change her image – big time!
After a hurried breakfast she picked up her handbag and coat. ‘I’m back for lunch Mum,’ she said running out of the front door.
The bus arrived five minutes later which meant she would be in Haxton within half an hour. Megan alighted from the bus around the corner from Greenemarle shopping centre.
With handbag slung over her shoulder she walked through the automatic doors and into the bright atmosphere of the shopping mall. She found Montegues, a smart clothing shop for the horse and rider. After purchasing the riding gear, she rode the escalator taking in the colourful shop windows as she reached the next floor.
Megan glanced through the window of the salon. With a deep breath she walked inside. Half an hour later she stared in the mirror, she looked a different person!
Four hours later tired but happy Megan arrived home, laden with shopping bags.
‘Hello love,’ said Julie dropping a fork on the kitchen floor in shock, as she smiled at her daughter.
Megan twirled around in a circle. Her long straight hair had been replaced with a short, sassy bob. She looked at least five years older.
‘Oh what have you done to your hair it looks great!’ said Julie reaching out to pat her daughter’s shiny hair.
‘Thanks Mum, I’ve had a fantastic morning in town,’ said Megan picking up a bag and opening it. Two pairs of jodhpurs and two black polo shirts,’ she said proudly holding them up in the air.
‘Good to hear, are you hungry?’ said Julie wiping a hand across her forehead. The heat in the kitchen and her daughter’s carefree mood had caught her unawares.
Monday morning found Megan wide awake, the clock on the bedside table showed three thirty in the morning. Today she started work at Tremane stud. She flinched as her stomach grumbled loudly, not in hunger, sheer anticipation of the day ahead.
At five thirty she decided to get up and dressed quickly in the work clothes. In the kitchen she packed a few sandwiches and a Mars Bar into her lunchbox.
‘Now take care around those horses won’t you love,’ said Julie as she walked into the kitchen in her dressing gown.
‘Yes of course I will,’ said Megan dropping a kiss on her Mum’s cheek as she hung her rucksack over her shoulders.
The wind lifted Megan’s short dark hair as she wheeled her bike out of the shed and shut the door. Julie waved from the window as Megan pedalled down the drive and onto the road.
The days at Tremane stud were long and arduous but enjoyable. Megan soon made friends with Kerry the groom. At least she could talk about horses and get some experienced feedback!
Samba, a dark bay mare tossed her head as flies buzzed in a cloud around her face. Megan patted the mare on the neck and sat up straight in the saddle. She followed on behind Dan riding Matilda, a rather highly-strung grey mare. His blonde hair ruffled in the wind beneath his riding hat.
She smiled as he turned in the saddle to glance over his shoulder. ‘Are you alright on Samba?’ he said.
Megan nodded and shortened the reins as the two horses broke into a trot, iron shod hooves echoing on the country lane. A Land Rover turned the corner ahead of them. Megan’s heart sunk into her boots, she recognised the vehicle, it was Luke!
Dan turned his horse onto the grass verge and slowed to a walk. Megan’s heart began to race as she put pressure on Samba’s reins. The Land Rover slowed down and stopped at the side of the road. Luke’s mouth dropped open in shock as he saw Megan astride the beautiful horse.
Time stood still for an instance as they stared into each other’s eyes. Megan stuck her nose in the air and broke the spell. She dug her heels into the mare’s side and trotted away to catch up with Dan. With that Luke pressed down on the accelerator and the tyres screeched on the tarmac as the truck disappeared down the road.
‘Who on earth was that ?’ said Dan.
Megan shrugged her shoulders and smiled shyly at him. Luke Gibson was out of her life forever. She only had eyes for Dan that was for sure!