Chapter 15: Not Qualified

Dylan Briggs walked into the riding arena with a smile. By then, Bella Doyle had already picked her mount, and Fabian Farrell steadied her hand to help her into the saddle. The scene landed squarely in Dylan's line of sight. A hard glint flashed through his eyes, then he smoothed it over in a heartbeat. He smiled at Bella. "Bella, want to race?" "I told you, don't call me that," she said, ice-cold. "I'm not racing you. If I ride, I ride with Fabian." She glanced at Fabian. He gave a rueful smile...