"Anytime," he said, turning and putting Cygnus into his stall, stroking the horse's nose before locking him in.
"So," he began. He turned around, hands in his pockets as he looked at Alina. She was so beautiful on the horse, and now in the stables, he just wanted. . . no. No. Bad train of thought. She was too young. Friends. That was the way to go. "You about ready to head back?"