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Theclompof hooves followed as Paul led the horse down the metal ramp.
Butch grabbed both their bags from behind the seats, and they got out.
Robert was stroking Sorrel’s nose and neck. “Hey there,” he said softly. He gave Sol and Butch a broad smile. “Thank you, both of you.”
Sol studied his expression, but couldn’t detect a trace of artifice.
So this was Toby’s idea.Not that he was all that surprised.
“You’re welcome.” He returned Robert’s smile.
Robert and Paul led Sorrel toward the stable. Butch inclined his head in the direction of the bunkhouse.
“I’ll drop these off, then I’ll be right back.”
Sol nodded, then waited until he was out of sight before turning to stare at Toby, who had the good grace to flush.
“Good trip?”
Sol narrowed his gaze. “Not sure I should be speaking to you after the stunt you pulled.” He glanced toward the stable. “Robert doesn’t know about your little subterfuge, does he?”
“No, and I’d like to keep it that way. He’d be pissed if he thought I took advantage of you.”
Sol shook his head. “You’ll have to tell him at some point. Shit has a habit of making its way to the surface, no matter how deep you bury it, and secrets are never a good thing in a relationship.”
Toby rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell him. Happy now?”
“Not yet.” Sol wanted to extract a little more revenge.
“Well? Did you tell him?”
“Yup.” Sol handed him the keys to the trailer.
“And?”
Sol gave him a sweet smile. “Sorry. That’s all you get.”
Toby’s mouth fell open, but then he nodded. “I guess that’s fair.”
“Payback is tomorrow. Butch is going to take me on the trail to Mirror Lake. Apparently it’s beautiful up there. And seeing as I spent most of this week working, I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Toby scrunched his face up. “I was going to talk to you about that.”
Alarm bells started clanging in Sol’s head. “About what?”
“We’ve got a month before we open. How long would it take you to have the website up and running? I mean, how long does it usually take?”
Sol huffed. “How long is a piece of string?” Then he took notice of Toby’s strained expression.
Fuck, he really is worried about this.
Sol knew what he could do to alleviate that concern—he just didn’t want to do it, because that would call for a little self-sacrifice on his part.
Damn my overactive duty gland all to hell.
He sighed. “You could make the task a lot easier by choosing a starter website. There are tons of packages out there. All you have to do is make the pages, add photos, links…”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t know what to—”
