Eileen smiled at the sight of the horse master as she walked into the stable. “Hello, Sam,” she greeted, speaking aloud since his back was turned.
Sam turned from the bay whose mane he’d been brushing, and Eileen felt her heart flutter slightly at the pink tinge that spread across Sam’s cheeks as he took in the sight of her dressed in a simple shirt and riding breeches rather than a gown. She watched as he looked away quickly and appeared to cough, then set down the brush he’d been using and stepped forward to greet her with a polite smile. My Lady, he signed. I hope you’re well?