If I’d known she wasn’t going to be here, I’d never have come. The ground’s absolutely rock hard. In the next-door stand, he had booked seats for all his frightful clients, who clapped and shrieked when riders fell off, and Jake felt a burst of irritation.
He’d show them. “I’ve vomited fifteen times,” she announced, collapsing onto her bed. “To take me to the mountains. Jake was saved by his host, Albie, an English expatriate mad about show-jumping, who seemed to know every horse Jake had ever owned.
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