The Horsewoman by James Patterson Read Free Book Online Page B

trained the horse, Caroline was listed as the trainer of record in the contract. Her lawyer had done his best to bury it. But the language was in there—she’d checked after talking to Daniel. Caroline was sure Gorton’s eyes had gone right past it, or his lawyer’s did.
    “That’s the way you want to play this?” he said. “Seriously?”
    “I want us to be on the same page,” she said.
    “Well, that’s not going to happen, is it?” he said. “You don’t need to saddle up, Caroline. You need to lawyer up. Not that it will matter, because my lawyers are better.”
    Not with this contract, she thought, and checked her watch again.
    Come on.
    “Do you really want to be that guy, Steve?” she said.
    “And what guy is that?”
    “The new guy who wants to take a horse away from a rider who just ended up in a wheelchair,” she said. “At the end of the day, this is a small community. Word gets around.”
    “And what would happen then? People would stop thinking I’m a nice guy? News bulletin. I’m not a nice guy.”
    “But you’re a dealmaker,” she said. “So let me offer you one.”
    “You’re in no position to make a deal,” he said, “whatever you say the contract says.”
    Now Caroline leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on her hands.
    “Give Becky one month,” she said. “If she falls on her ass, literally or figuratively or both, you can pick whatever rider you want and I won’t fight you.”
    “You’re not listening to me,” he said. “This fight is over already.”
    Oscar showed up with Gorton’s second martini just as Caroline heard the sound of applause in the back room. He saw some of the riders in the room standing as Caroline couldn’t help doing the same.
    It was all because Daniel Ortega was wheeling Maggie Atwood through the crowd toward their table.
    “Sorry I’m late,” Maggie said. “Did I miss anything?”

FIFTEEN
    Maggie
    MAGGIE HAD BEEN discharged from the hospital that morning.
    “Knowing this guy,” Caroline had said to her daughter before leaving the house for Oli’s, “I may need you to be the cavalry.”
    Now Maggie, with an assist from Daniel, was making her entrance at Oli’s. Hoping she was riding to the rescue.
    Gorton tried to act casual, sliding his chair to the right and making room for hers. Daniel quickly excused himself to the bar.
    “Two of you, one of me,” Gorton said. “So the sides are even.”
    “Nice to see you, too, Steve,” Maggie said, flashing her biggest smile.
    She was watching his face for signs of anger or annoyance, but he seemed mildly amused at the guest who’d unexpectedly shown up at the party.
    “How are you feeling?” he said.
    “Like a horse fell on me,” she said. “But thanks for asking.”
    “You’re welcome,” he said. “But no chance that you showing up here is going to get me to change my mind about your daughter.”
    Oscar appeared, shook her hand, and welcomed her back, and asked what she’d like.
    “A new pelvis?” Maggie said, then told him a glass of sparkling water would be fine. When he was gone, Caroline’s recap of the conversation was thoroughly unsurprising.
    “Would you like to know what I think?” Maggie said to Gorton.
    “Do I have a choice?” he said.
    “Listen, none of us wanted to be in this situation,” Maggie said. “Certainly not me. But here we are, anyway, all in this situation. Together. And you need to know that Daniel and Mom have been watching Becky jump the horse the past few days. They’re convinced she can ride him in competition, and win. And now that I’m out of the hospital, I can help train them, too.”
    “This isn’t the same as buying her first goddamn pony,” Gorton said. “Wait.” He held up a hand. “Let me amend that. It’s not like me buying her a goddamn pony.”
    Maggie watched her mother now, who looked as if she might turn the table over. But she just sat there, gripping the arms of her chair as if she wanted to squeeze