Page 63 of Unsuitable

He wants to know how I’m feeling?

“Much better. Thanks.” I glance at him. “I know I’ve said it already, but I just wanted to say again how sorry I am for what happened this weekend.”

“It’s fine, Daisy.”

I curl my fingers into my lap, listening to Thom Yorke’s haunting voice.

“I love this song,” I tell him.

He nods.

Okay…

“How was the rest of your weekend?” I ask, trying for something different.

“Okay.”

“What did you do?”

He glances at me. The look in his eyes is almost searching, and for some reason, it has me holding my breath.

He slides his eyes away from me and back to the road, and I suck in a much-needed breath.

“I went out for a ride.”

“On a horse?”

His lip twitches. “Yes, Daisy, on a horse.”

“I didn’t know you rode.”

“I do run a stable.”

“I know. I mean, I’ve not seen you ride. I just thought…I don’t know. I don’t ride. Cooper offered to teach me, but I don’t think I’d be any good.”

“Cooper offered to teach you?”

I feel Kas’s eyes burn through me. I bring my gaze to his. There’s something simmering in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.

He yanks his stare away before I get a chance to try.

“Yes, he, um…said if I wanted to learn, he’d take me out. On my lunch hour, of course.”

“I’ll teach you to ride.”

What?

“What?”

“You want to learn to ride. I’ll teach you.”

Wow…um…

“What about Cooper?”

I see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.

His eyes slide to mine, and he pins me with a look that makes me want to turn invisible.