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“I’ve ridden in sneakers before,” she snapped.
Ian placed his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her.
“Not here, you won’t.”
“So, I won’t be able to go on any rides? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Unless you purchase appropriate footwear, then yes, that is what I’m saying.”
“I’d like to speak with your boss.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I am the boss.”
“Well, surely you have a boss. Who is it?”
“The owners, Devin and Jaxon Callahan.”
“Call one of them.”
Ian shook his head and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He dialed Devin’s number and explained the situation before putting his phone away again.
“He’ll be here in a few minutes. While we wait, your friend can choose a horse.”
“Eden—”
“I’m fine, Cammie. I’ll join you soon after I speak to the person in charge.”
“There he is now.” Ian nodded toward the barn doors.
“Good.”
“Ian?”
“Devin, this is Ms.?”
“Fairchild. Eden Fairchild,” she replied, reaching out her hand to shake Devin’s.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fairchild. I’m Devin Callahan, co-owner of Bur Oak Ranch with my brother. What seems to be the issue?” He shook her hand.
“Mr. Brennan won’t let me ride—”
“Because of her shoes,” Ian interjected, wondering how she knew his name. He hadn’t introduced himself yet. He watched Devin glance at her shoes, then at him, before shaking his head.
“I’m afraid Ian is correct, Ms. Fairchild. We cannot allow you to ride in those shoes.”
“But—”
“No buts. We can’t risk our ranch or guests’ safety because you aren’t wearing appropriate footwear. Riding boots are essential for protecting feet and preventing them from sliding through stirrups in case of a fall. Flat-bottomed shoes like sneakers are unsuitable for riding as they can easily slip through stirrups and cause accidents. We have to prioritize safety above all else at our ranch. I apologize.”
“I’ll purchase a pair tomorrow.”
“That’s fine, but you’re not allowed to ride today. We have a swimming pool and tennis courts behind the lodge for your enjoyment and other activities. And, ma’am, please remember that Ian is in charge here; his word is final. No need to involve anyone else.”
“Okay, I’ll let my friend know.” She turned to look at Ian. “You win this round.”
“What round?” Devin asked.
“I have no idea. Maybe because we arguedabout her shoes, I’m just wondering how many more rounds we’ll go through.” Ian shook his head while Devin chuckled and walked away.
