"Whoa there, Gamehen, I'm not as good at this as I look."

Haven's nervous remark chaffed his nerves. Her words or tone weren't irritating, but whenever she spoke her voice did things to him he'd rather not dwell on. She sat sidesaddle, one knee tucked around the pommel, her chin sticking out straight in adorable stubbornness, her hands strangling the reins, and her face a portrait of focus and mild alarm. Her lack of riding instruction was obvious, especially riding ...