I Do Believe That's My Horse

My husband ended our twenty-one-year marriage into a microphone, in front of three hundred people, two days before the Kentucky Derby.

Then he called my little sister up to the front of the tent and kissed her.

He thanked his mother. He thanked his horse. He sold that horse for four million dollars and put a diamond on my sister’s hand with the money.

There is one problem.

The horse is mine.

I foaled him. I own him. My name has been on his papers for two years, and Hunter Combs never thought to check.

So I take my colt, and I take him to the one man in Kentucky my husband cannot stand to lose to.

Ray Mattingly. The quiet Churchill Downs trainer I loved at nineteen. The man Hunter lied to, twenty-three years ago, to get him out of my life.

Ray noticed me at nineteen. He fully intends to still be noticing me at ninety.

Hunter has the lawyers, the money and his mother. I have the papers and a colt who can run. And on the first Saturday in May, all of Kentucky is going to find out whose horse that is.

For better. For revenge.

A complete standalone later-in-life second chance romance: a cheating husband who left her for her sister, the horse he can’t have, the silver fox who never stopped wanting her, a closed door, no reconciliation, and a guaranteed happily ever after.