Chapter 262 Making Woods Allies
- Kourtney pressed her lips together to keep from smiling more.
- Down the row, Grandpa Woods had reached Harlow, the last of the horses, and was murmuring something soft to her that nobody else could hear. Harlow blew out a long, warm breath and rested her chin on the old man’s head like he was a favorite armchair.
- Kourtney pressed a hand to her heart without meaning to.