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“I’m sorry.”
She sits up in her seat, avoiding my gaze as she rolls her lower lip between her teeth.
“Don’t be. It was a long time ago. When my husband died, we came to live with Mum, and it’s helped us heal. I love thefarm.”
Giving her the opening she clearly needs, I nod. “I can see why. Has Wenn always saved horses?”
I can practically feel the tension leave her body as she raises her head again.
“Ever since she met my dad, yes. She helped him a lot, but it was mostly his dream. When he died in a car crash five years ago, she became even more passionate aboutthem.”
Fuck.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmur.
“It was hard for all of us, but we pulled through. We’re survivors. All the Turley’sare.”
I raise my eyes ather.
“That’s our last name,” she explains. “Our line goes a long wayback.”
“I love the history of your country,” I start. “All the legends here make fascinating bedtime reading.”
A laugh erupts from her lips, making my stomach dip from the throaty sound. My cock stirs in my jeans, and I grit my teeth.
Shit. Down, boy.
Her laughter dies down, but the smile shining in her eyes has me spellbound.
“Thank you. All the tourists say exactly thesame.”
I grimace, a bit annoyed to be compared to everybodyelse.
“I guess so. Don’t you believe in fairies, then?”
“They’re called nymphs here,” she corrects me. “But no, I don’t. I mean, I understand and respect the past—the folklore is interesting. It’s our heritage and we shouldn’t forget it, but I don’t believe in magic. Maybe it existed centuries ago, but I think it vanished overtime.”
My lips turn down in a small frown.
“That’s a shame.”
A serious look enters hereyes.
“I don’t believe in living in the past, Kristian. We should learn from it, true, but the present is all that matters tome.”
I tilt my head ather.
“Don’t you think about the future?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“Nope.”
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not talking about your country anymore?” I ask, puzzled.
She shrugs, a guarded glint in hereyes.
“I don’tknow.”
