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quick look around the house and my room, but she seemed anxious to get moving. The call of the equestrian center was obviously too strong to ignore.
    “Come on, Megan, you’re going to love this,” she urged.
    I smirked. She would love it, but I imagined my role would be more of a supporting one. I didn’t mind, though. Caitlin had informed me that Killian was teaching the lessons in the afternoon, and this was too good an opportunity to miss. We would get to gawk at him for a couple of hours. Lucky us.
    It was another lovely day. The weather had been really nice since we arrived. Apparently it wasn’t normally like this; any day now the clouds would come and it would probably rain for six months solid. I planned to enjoy the sun while it lasted.
    We walked down past the school in the direction of the Bandon estuary, which swept its way into the harbor. When we came to the water’s edge, we turned right.
    The water was still, just a few small boats bobbing gently at their moorings. The reflected sun sent out sparkles in all directions. They were hypnotic. It took me a moment to tune back in to what Caitlin was saying.
    “I was thinking of getting a fringe; what do you think?” she asked, holding her hair across her forehead.
    “A fringe?”
    “Oh, yeah, what do you call them again? Bangs.” She rolled her eyes. “Never mind. Did you see Jennifer in geography on Friday? I love that girl, but what was she thinking? That skirt could not go any higher! Mr. Murphy nearly had a hernia; he couldn’t take his eyes off her legs for the whole class.”
    “Poor Mr. Murphy, it wasn’t really his fault. How could you not look?” I replied, sticking up for the unfortunate geography teacher. “Anyhow, Sister Basil sorted her out. I don’t think we’ll be seeing that skirt return to such dizzying heights anytime soon.”
    I laughed, but realized I had lost my audience. Caitlin had stopped and was staring into the field at the side of the road. She leaned against the fence, and I followed her gaze. There was a large horse being put through his paces in the paddock. He was a beautiful chestnut color; his coat gleamed and his well-toned muscles rippled as he cantered by. The rider put the horse over a series of cross poles, jumping each one perfectly.
    “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” Caitlin said, letting out a sigh.
    “Yes, he is. He has great form.”
    “The rider, Meg, not the horse.”
    I peered closer, taking in the face under the riding helmet. It was Killian Clarke, of course. He wore black jodhpurs, knee-high black leather boots, and a purple-and-white-striped polo shirt. His blond curls were darkened with perspiration. I had to admit, he really did look amazing up there. I definitely understood what Caitlin saw in him.
    Just then he looked up and a huge smile spread across his face when he spotted us. He steered the horse in our direction. “Caitlin, Megan, what are you doing here?”
    Caitlin looked at me and flushed. “Megan was thinking of taking some lessons. I thought maybe you could give her the tour.”
    “Excellent,” he said. “You’ll be looking for a commission soon, Caitlin; you’re great at generating business for us.”
    Her cheeks grew a darker red.
    “I’m nearly finished here, and I’ll meet you in the yard for the grand tour in a few minutes.” He winked down at us and cantered away.
    I elbowed Caitlin in the ribs as we started walking. “How many times have you been down here gawking at him? Caitlin, you seriously have to make a move; this isn’t healthy.”
    “I know, I know. But I’m not good at, you know, making moves. I’m hoping he’ll make his move during the sailing course. If he doesn’t we’ll need to strategize.”
    It wasn’t long before we heard Killian coming up the concrete path into the large barn. He pulled the horse up and swung his leg over its back, slid down the leather saddle, and landed solidly on the ground. One of the young stable hands, eager to help, ran