“Hope is riding at a national level for showjumping, so Dad built her an arena to train in,” Avery said. This was old news to him of course, but he could see how it would sound to Lyra. “He rents the space to her team as well. She has three horses, so it gets used. She might be down there at the moment? Maybe. Can’t remember.” He put down the paperweight and headed for the door. “Promise my tour is better than Mom’s.”