“I hate to leave her.”
“I’ll let Wes know she’s gone. He’ll take good care of her from now on.”
It was hard to let go. To say goodbye.
Luke rose and helped her up, entwining their hands. “Ready?”
“I think so.” She glanced at poor Snow one last time, her heart breaking.
Luke picked up the jackets and brushed the straw off them. “Put this on. It’ll be cold outside.”
He gave the fallen horse one last glance, too, a look filled with sadness and regret as he grabbed a woolen blanket from the stall post and covered her body.
Katie slipped into his jacket and he clasped her hand again, his warmth and strength seeping into her. He led her out of the barn. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let me take you home.”
She didn’t mind the endearment this time; she couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t argue. She’d had a rough twenty-four hours and she was just too numb to think anymore. His shoulders were there for her to lean on, he seemed to know the right things to say and this one time she would accept what Luke had to offer.
Without guilt.
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