To Seduce a Texan. Georgina Gentry

walked to the stable. Her favorite thoroughbred mare, Lady Be Good, whinnied when she saw Rosemary coming.

      Rosemary rubbed the sorrel’s velvet nose. “I brought you an apple. Would you like to go for a ride?”

      The mare snorted as she took the apple, and Rosemary looked about for the light sidesaddle. She could wake a groom, but she was perfectly capable of saddling a horse and she was an excellent rider. Did she dare ride astride? She thought about it a moment, decided that Lady Cavendish would use a sidesaddle as she rode about her English estate, and got that one down. She could hardly wait to be away from the house and Godfrey. She could lose her worries for an hour or so at least.

      Rosemary felt almost dizzy with her freedom and the anticipation of a good lunch. Food had always comforted her when she was a sad little girl, and it still did. Her mother had always nagged her about her eating and never allowed her to ride unescorted or very far from the house. Since she’d spent so much time away at school, Rosemary was a stranger in her own area. Well, that was about to change. She would ride as far as she wanted to, and she hadn’t even left a note. Not that anyone would care where a lonely fat girl had gone riding.