Free The Mighty Quinns: Logan by Kate Hoffmann Page A

road. She and Logan made good traveling companions.
    She’d never thought much about the kind of man she wanted in her life. She’d pretty much enjoyed whatever sort wandered through. But spending time with Logan, Sunny realized there were certain qualities she needed to find in a long-term prospect.
    A tiny smile curved her lips and she shook her head. She’d never been the kind of girl who thought about forever, especially when it came to men. But now, she realized she’d just never met a man who was so perfectly suited to her personality as Logan was.
    He had a calming effect on her, a way of making her slow down and think before she reacted. And he didn’t tell her what she wanted to hear—he told her the truth. If she was acting like a brat, he called her a brat. He wouldn’t allow her to goad him into an argument, thus making it impossible to have the tempestuous type of relationship that she’d always sought in the past.
    It was strange how her whole attitude had changed since she’d met him. After London, she was like a ship without a rudder, just circling aimlessly with no destination in mind. But now, she felt focused, completely aware of who she was and what she was doing. And she wanted to ride again.
    Not just ride, she thought. Really train. Get her mind and her body into the right place to win. Immerse herself in the sport. She was never more comfortable than when she was in the saddle. But now, she realized she could be comfortable off the horse as well—with Logan.
    She leaned against the wall of the trailer and closed her eyes. Though she was twenty-six years old, Sunny had never really felt like a woman. And now she did. Now she knew what she wanted from her life, and it wasn’t just cute boys and expensive things. She wanted a man who fed her soul, who made her laugh. A man who expected her to be a better person.
    She drew a deep breath and shook her head. Though life on the road seemed to pass at a slow pace, Sunny felt as if she were on board a runaway train. Everything about her was changing inside and she couldn’t keep up. The problem was she didn’t want to keep up. She just wanted to let it all happen.
    Opening her eyes, Sunny glanced around the interior of the trailer. Her gaze fell on the wire racks in the front that held feed and straw. Above that, she’d noticed an old saddle and bridle, and she grabbed them both, then searched for a saddle pad.
    The pad was buried under a moldy duffel bag. She shook the straw off it, then walked out of the trailer into the new morning. “Look what I found,” she said, calling to the filly.
    Tally perked her head up and slowly walked toward her. When Sunny reached her side, she set the saddle down and examined it carefully. The leather was dry and cracked and the fittings tarnished, but the cinch was still strong.
    “You wanna go for a ride?” she asked. She smoothed the pad over the filly’s back then lifted the English saddle over the pad. “We’re going to have some fun, you and I.”
    The bridle was in better condition than the saddle, but it needed adjustments before it fit the filly properly. Sunny worked at the buckles and snaps, and when she was satisfied, she unclipped Tally from the rope line and jumped up into the saddle.
    Gathering the reins between her fingers, she softly clucked her tongue and touched her heels to the horse’s flanks. Tally immediately sprang into action with a quick walk.
    Sunny had a very precise warm-up and she took her new mount through the paces, learning to read the horse’s reactions and adjusting her commands along the way. When they were both warmed up, she nudged the horse into a slow gallop and made a big circle around the campground lawn.
    Tally was grateful for the freedom, and Sunny wished that she had an open field or a dirt track so she could give the filly her head and let her fly.
    When they’d made two circles around the grassy area, she let the reins go slack, and Tally continued in the