maybe thank her? Or would that be assuming too much?
She’d left his bed, so she must have decided their night together had come to an end. A rap on the campervan door startled him out of his thoughts, and he hurried over and opened it, hoping he’d find Sunny standing on the other side. Ed was waiting with a plate heaped with food.
“Hey,” Logan said, rubbing his eyes against the rising sun.
“Morning,” Ed replied. “Come on out. I brought you a proper breakfast. I stopped by earlier, but you didn’t answer my knock.”
Logan crawled down the stairs and sat on the top step, then took the plate from Ed. It was loaded with eggs and sausage and two slices of toast. He dug in, and a few seconds later, Ed handed him a mug of coffee.
“Thanks. I really need this.”
“Didn’t sleep well?”
He glanced up and forced a smile. “No, just fine. Like the dead.”
“I had one of the stable boys feed and groom Tally. She’s all ready to go as soon as you are. I won’t bother you with another offer, but if this falls through, make sure I’m the next guy you call, all right?”
“Thanks,” Logan said. “Thanks for everything.”
Ed held out a piece of paper. “And I called a few breeders and vets that we do business with. You’re welcome to stop at any of them if the drive works out right. They’ll take good care of you and the filly.”
Logan took a deep breath, then grabbed the paper and scanned the five names. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Why don’t you just finish your breakfast? I’ll get one of the boys to load Tally, and you can get on the road. And on your way back, make sure you stop. We’ll go out for a pint or two.”
He thought about the promise he’d made to Sunny. “That would be great. I’ll do that.” Logan paused. “And if you see Sunny, can you tell her I’m sorry I wasn’t able to sell her my horse?”
Ed’s brow shot up. “You met Sunny?”
“Yesterday. She came out and rode Tally in the paddock. She offered to buy her and I told her I’d already made a deal.”
Ed chuckled. “If that woman didn’t have horse sense, she’d have no sense at all. She’s right about the filly. I’ll give her that.”
“Is she always like that? I mean, a little...?”
“We don’t call her crazy. She’s high-spirited. But I guess I don’t blame her. She kind of raised herself, from what I hear. Not much input from the parentals. But she’s a helluva rider. She went to the Olympics in London. Show jumping.”
“Really? Oh, my God, she’s that Sunny Grant. I didn’t make the connection.”
“She fell apart, knocked out in the early rounds. She’s been hiding out here since then. The media has been brutal.”
“That’s too bad,” Logan said, his mind occupied with thoughts of Sunny and that tiny glimmer of vulnerability he’d seen in her eyes. He knew her intimately, yet he really knew nothing about her life at all. Now that he had a few more pieces, Logan wished he could have had more time with her. Who knows what else he might have discovered?
He finished his breakfast as one of Ed’s grooms loaded Tally into the trailer. Logan checked her before he closed the trailer doors, then grabbed his shirt and boots and finished dressing. He’d dragged his departure out as long as he could, hoping he’d see Sunny again. But in the end, Logan had to accept that there would be no goodbye between them.
He got behind the wheel and steered the campervan around the stable and past the house. He glanced over, wondering what she was doing, imagining her lying in bed, her naked body tangled in the sheets. He smiled to himself and headed for the highway.
The next hour was spent rerunning the previous night in his head. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. He lived a quiet life on the farm, just him and his right-hand man, Billy. Occasionally, he’d spend a weekend in town, and when he got lucky, there’d be a woman willing to give him a second