“Go find him? Is that what you’re telling me?” he asked.
The horse made noise.
Well, who was he to question that menace of a horse, Diablo?
Patting both of the horses, he went to stand in the opening of the barn to take in the place. He’d grown so much here at the equine therapy, and he loved it here.
The country outside the hustle and bustle of the city was so calming. It was nice to be able to see trees, hear the wind, and watch the thunder when it was raining outside.
He’d learned to be himself while staying here.
He’d learned that he wasn’t to blame for his child’s death either.
And he’d learned that while she was mentally ill, Storm was still a piece of shit for doing what she did to his child, herself, and him.
The most important lesson was that he was allowed to be angry.
Oh, and he was.
HELLA.
ANGRY.
But now, he was able to manage it with the techniques that Poe had taught him. Gamble was coping with those demons, and he wasn’t beating himself up over it anymore.
This place had given him a new lease on life. The biggest lesson was that he knew that he would be okay out in the world.
Then again, would he?
The man out in the pasture was the reason why he could be himself again. The doctor had pieced him back together with logic, gentleness when he needed it most, and kindness.
Poe…
He was special.
Yeah, even Gamble knew that now.
In the week that remained, he hoped they could move closer, not further apart, but he wasn’t sure he’d pull it off.
In fact, he was about ready to go back to Chartres, pack a bag, and come back here to pitch that tent in the barn.
Could you be evicted from a barn?
Well, he might just be finding out.
What Gamble wanted was to be with him.
That was if he felt the same way about him and he wanted him.
The last four weeks had been pretty much hands-off, but Gamble had caught him a few times watching him, and when he looked, he’d turn his head.
The whole time, he looked…sad.
Each time, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he never did, and that was playing with his mind.
Did he?
Or was it his imagination?
