attitude. And it’s worth every dollar we paid for it.”
“Now you just have to learn to drive it.”
“And you’re going to teach me,” she said. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
Kieran reached over and wove his fingers through the hair at her nape, pulling her toward him for a quick kiss. Maddie smiled, then sank back into the soft leather seats. How had life gone from worrisome to wonderful in just a few short days? She was happy, she was content. All the concerns that had plagued her last week had disappeared and she felt free for the first time since she was a kid.
“So where are we going?” Kieran asked. “Besides south.”
“Bitney,” Maddie said. “I want to see my grandparents. I’m growing tired of the road. And since you’re going to teach me to drive, I’m going teach you how to ride a horse.”
He nodded. “All right. If we don’t stop, we can probably get there sometime after midnight. Do you need to call your grandparents and let them know you’re coming?”
“That would require turning on my phone,” she said. “And I just don’t want to look at it yet.”
“Then why don’t we find a place to stay tonight and we’ll surprise them tomorrow morning?”
Maddie nodded. “Hey, I’m sorry I messed up your negotiations for the car. I’m sometimes a little impatient. But, I promise I’ll let you negotiate next time. I won’t say a word.”
“I suppose I should just be happy that we didn’t buy six cars so you could try them all out before you decided which one you wanted.”
“Ha, ha,” she said. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”
“There is one thing,” Kieran said, reaching out to grab her hand. He pulled it to his lips and kissed her wrist. “That card you gave me to pay for the car. It was for a Sarah M. Westerfield. And that’s the name you signed.”
“I’m named after my grandmother,” she said. “My middle name is Madeline. My mother thought Sarah Westerfield wasn’t a good name for a country star so from the time I was fourteen, she’s been calling me Maddie West.”
“Sarah,” he said. “I like that. But I think I’m going to have to stick with Maddie.”
“My grandparents still call me Sarah sometimes,” she said. “I don’t always answer to that name though.”
“Tell me about them,” he said. “Do they live near Bitney?”
Maddie nodded. “About fifteen miles. It isn’t far. There’s not a lot in Bitney. A feed store, a few taverns, a post office. Oh, and Charlie Morgan’s place. It’s a roadhouse.”
“And your grandparents have a horse farm?”
“It’s not a regular horse farm, where they breed horses. Although, my grandfather used to train racehorses at the farm. But now, it’s more like a retirement home for horses.”
Kieran glanced over at her, frowning. “A retirement home? I didn’t know there were such things.”
“When a horse gets too old or is injured, there are only two places for it to go. The glue factory, which is a euphemism for something I refuse to talk about. Or a farm, like my grandparents’ place. They take horses that no one wants anymore. Those that are injured, they rehabilitate and then sell to people who want them for recreational riding. Some just live on the farm until they die of natural causes.”
“Wow. That’s pretty amazing.”
“My mother doesn’t know it, but I send them all my royalty money. The farm is ridiculously expensive to run, but they have plenty of money to buy feed and vet care.”
“Your mom wouldn’t like that?”
“She and my grandparents don’t exactly get along. They wanted her to go to college and she wanted to run off and start a singing career in Nashville. As soon as she was eighteen, she left home. But it didn’t go well for her and she ended waiting tables. Then, she got pregnant with me and came back to Kentucky for a while, but couldn’t leave the career behind. So we went back to Nashville. She got a job for a management
“Now you just have to learn to drive it.”
“And you’re going to teach me,” she said. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
Kieran reached over and wove his fingers through the hair at her nape, pulling her toward him for a quick kiss. Maddie smiled, then sank back into the soft leather seats. How had life gone from worrisome to wonderful in just a few short days? She was happy, she was content. All the concerns that had plagued her last week had disappeared and she felt free for the first time since she was a kid.
“So where are we going?” Kieran asked. “Besides south.”
“Bitney,” Maddie said. “I want to see my grandparents. I’m growing tired of the road. And since you’re going to teach me to drive, I’m going teach you how to ride a horse.”
He nodded. “All right. If we don’t stop, we can probably get there sometime after midnight. Do you need to call your grandparents and let them know you’re coming?”
“That would require turning on my phone,” she said. “And I just don’t want to look at it yet.”
“Then why don’t we find a place to stay tonight and we’ll surprise them tomorrow morning?”
Maddie nodded. “Hey, I’m sorry I messed up your negotiations for the car. I’m sometimes a little impatient. But, I promise I’ll let you negotiate next time. I won’t say a word.”
“I suppose I should just be happy that we didn’t buy six cars so you could try them all out before you decided which one you wanted.”
“Ha, ha,” she said. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”
“There is one thing,” Kieran said, reaching out to grab her hand. He pulled it to his lips and kissed her wrist. “That card you gave me to pay for the car. It was for a Sarah M. Westerfield. And that’s the name you signed.”
“I’m named after my grandmother,” she said. “My middle name is Madeline. My mother thought Sarah Westerfield wasn’t a good name for a country star so from the time I was fourteen, she’s been calling me Maddie West.”
“Sarah,” he said. “I like that. But I think I’m going to have to stick with Maddie.”
“My grandparents still call me Sarah sometimes,” she said. “I don’t always answer to that name though.”
“Tell me about them,” he said. “Do they live near Bitney?”
Maddie nodded. “About fifteen miles. It isn’t far. There’s not a lot in Bitney. A feed store, a few taverns, a post office. Oh, and Charlie Morgan’s place. It’s a roadhouse.”
“And your grandparents have a horse farm?”
“It’s not a regular horse farm, where they breed horses. Although, my grandfather used to train racehorses at the farm. But now, it’s more like a retirement home for horses.”
Kieran glanced over at her, frowning. “A retirement home? I didn’t know there were such things.”
“When a horse gets too old or is injured, there are only two places for it to go. The glue factory, which is a euphemism for something I refuse to talk about. Or a farm, like my grandparents’ place. They take horses that no one wants anymore. Those that are injured, they rehabilitate and then sell to people who want them for recreational riding. Some just live on the farm until they die of natural causes.”
“Wow. That’s pretty amazing.”
“My mother doesn’t know it, but I send them all my royalty money. The farm is ridiculously expensive to run, but they have plenty of money to buy feed and vet care.”
“Your mom wouldn’t like that?”
“She and my grandparents don’t exactly get along. They wanted her to go to college and she wanted to run off and start a singing career in Nashville. As soon as she was eighteen, she left home. But it didn’t go well for her and she ended waiting tables. Then, she got pregnant with me and came back to Kentucky for a while, but couldn’t leave the career behind. So we went back to Nashville. She got a job for a management
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