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Kate’s Point Of View
I dangled comfortably.
“When I said you should get back into the saddle quickly, this isn’t quite what I meant, Jacob.”
“We rode here on an ATV. That has a saddle.”
“Yes indeed, and now it seems I’m in the saddle.”
“I doubt our plan would work if we swapped places, Kate.”
“Your plan… that you didn’t mention in detail before we left our home.”
“It’s a good plan, Kate. Can we agree on that?”
“It’s a plan with potential for greatness, Jacob.”
The storm that had endangered my daughter’s and husband’s lives passed quickly and spectacularly through the night. When strolling around our soggy forest walk the following day, we were met with gorgeous azure skies and a bright sun that warmed enough for t-shirts by lunchtime.
I’d coerced my husband into an ATV ride with me, thinking that would be an excellent way to dispel any lasting bad memories of the previous day. Jacob had slept fine, and I was probably worrying about nothing, but I needed to do something to help or at least feel like I was.
My husband dropped Alicia’s friends off through several shuttle runs while I prepared for our excursion, noticing the crowd around Lizzie’s Cafe dwindling. Jacob asked if we could have some extra-curricular fun, to which I’d agreed, albeit I didn’t ask for details, but I still packed spare panties and a lightweight paddle just in case.
He had a plan.