Page 124 of Falling for the Playboy Pilot

Martha and Joe had likely been in town when the fire started. They wouldn’t have been able to get home to turn out the horses. I knew the drill.

Turn them loose. Let them run for safety. But as I reached for the first latch, something clicked in my brain.

Horses.

I could ride.

Kind of.

Okay, ride might have been the wrong word. I could stay on the back of one of the beasts. I couldn’t remember their names. Something to do with an apple.

They could navigate terrain that would stop any vehicle cold. They could get me there in time.

The one I rode danced in the stall. Did I dare? It could be more of a risk. But I was running out of options.

I grabbed the radio. “Laser, change of plans. I found transportation.”

“Good. Get your ass in gear, Herc.”

I eyed the horses.

I’d done a lot of really stupid shit in my life. But riding a horse wouldn’t be the dumbest thing. Especially when it was for a good cause.