Allison couldn’t say a word or even reason through how far would be far enough in his estimate. She was too busy concentrating on staying in the saddle. The gray’s trot jarred every bone in her body.
A.J. glanced over his shoulder at her. “Stop bouncing. Relax and let your body move with his rhythm.”
That was easier said than done, Allison decided.
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