A deep voice came from behind her. ‘Sorry about that. We don’t tend to get many fancy guests out this way.’
Hero didn’t reply, but Nick could tell by the way her body tensed that she’d heard him. She held up the apple and the horse snaffled it with his lips, transferred it to his mouth, and proceeded to chomp his way noisily through it. Hero stroked his nose gently as he pushed his head against her, searching for the other treat he knew was still out there. Behind the curtain of her hair, Nick could just about see the smile on her face. It didn’t seem to be something she did very readily, although, to be fair, she seemed to do it far more in the company of others than with him. He shifted his weight as that thought jabbed at him. The land was quiet now, with only the odd ‘baa’ of a sheep or two carried on the soft evening breeze. Chester broke the silence once more with his crunching as Hero gave him the other apple.
‘I’d say I wasn’t a fancy guest, but I think you’d probably disagree. To be honest,’ she said, pulling a white handkerchief from her pocket and wiping her hands, ‘I think whatever I said you’d find a way to disagree with me.’ Hero glanced up, meeting his eyes.
A half smile hovered around his mouth. ‘You’re pretty fancy for around these parts,’ he replied, ignoring the rest of her comment.
Hero turned back to the horse who was now nuzzling her neck. She tilted her head to the side and leant against him as she stroked his nose. ‘I’m no different to Juliet and you seem to have adjusted to her being out here without any snide remarks. She seems to think you’re absolutely wonderful, although for the life of me, I can’t see why.’
The deep, throaty laugh took her by surprise. Looking up, she saw what appeared to be genuine amusement on Nick’s face.
‘I guess I deserved that.’
‘Deserved what?’
Nick shook his head at the confusion on her face. ‘Being put in my place.’
‘Oh …’ She wanted to come up with a witty retort, but right now the only thought in her brain was how sexy Nick Webster’s laugh was. Along with the rest of him. Hero shook her head, telling herself she must have been out in the sun without a hat for too long. She wasn’t attracted to Nick Webster! In fact, she couldn’t think of anyone more inappropriate to have a crush on!
He tilted his head at her. ‘Looks like you’re having a real conversation with yourself inside your head. Care to share?’
God, no!
‘I wasn’t thinking anything particularly,’ she said, doing her best to sound casual.
‘Mm-hmm, OK.’
Hero risked a glance, and in that moment she could see that Nick clearly didn’t believe a word of it. Well, tough luck to him, because there was no way she was going to tell him what she’d actually been thinking. She was pretty sure he and that ego of his would dine out on that little nugget of information every time she visited for the next several years. Instead she went back to the soothing, repetitive smoothing of the horse’s nose.
‘Isn’t this one of those Instagram moments?’ Nick asked, one dark brow slightly raised as he indicated her and the horse with his chin.
‘A what?’
‘An Instagram moment. Isn’t that what they call it? You take a selfie with the horse and then post it with something inane like “Hashtag blessed”.’
‘Oh. Maybe. I don’t really know. It’s not something I do.’
Nick let out a puff of air through his nose that signalled either amusement or disbelief or, seeing as it was him, quite possibly both.
‘Instagram or selfies?’
Hero dropped her hand and stood back from the stable door. ‘Both, I guess.’
‘You’re kidding, right?’
She shook her head, her face serious. ‘No. Why would I be?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe because everyone seems to be doing that these days?’
‘I’m not. Are you?’
‘No, of course not.’
‘You seem to know an awful lot about it,’ Hero prodded.
‘I don’t,’ Nick stated, his voice firmer this time. ‘I just had a fi… girlfriend who was heavily into all that stuff. It’s hard not to learn by osmosis when you never get to eat a meal until it’s been photographed and filtered and uploaded.’
Hero’s interest was piqued at Nick stumbling in his wording. For a moment she thought he was going to say fiancée, but she’d heard nothing from Juliet about him being engaged, which, knowing her sister, she most certainly would have. Maybe it was just all the talk of weddings and fiancées in general filtering through his head after a long day out working. ‘It’s pretty hard to work out which are the genuine emotions and which are faked just to make a good picture these days.’
She watched him as he took off his hat and ran a hand through his dark hair. For a moment the confident, tough guy carapace seemed to crack.
‘I think you’re right.’ This time it was Nick’s turn to look surprised.
‘Wait. Did we just agree on something?’ That hint of a smile became less of a shadow and more real.
‘I suppose it had to happen sometime.’
‘I suppose. You can write that in your blog.’
Hero rolled her eyes at him. ‘OK. So, I don’t have a blog. I do have an Instagram account, but mostly to keep in contact with my best friend who absolutely loves it and practically documents her whole day on it. And lastly, I am not a fan of taking selfies.’
They’d started to walk slowly back towards the house but as she spoke the last sentence, Nick halted.
‘Now that I do struggle to believe.’
‘Why?’
Nick smiled at her. ‘You’re seriously asking me that?’
‘I am,’ she replied, irritation creasing her brow.
‘You’ve seen yourself, right? How would someone who looks like you not love selfies?’
Beneath the make-up, which she apparently never took a break from, Nick thought he could detect the faintest blush.
‘There are plenty enough photos of me out there already. I hardly need to add to the pile.’
‘That doesn’t seem to stop some people.’
‘Some people isn’t everyone.’
‘That is true.’
They’d resumed their walk, but Hero could tell Nick still didn’t believe her. She let out a sigh and stopped.
‘What’s up?’ he asked.
‘Clearly you don’t believe me, so here! Look for yourself.’
‘I don’t need to do that.’
‘I want you to.’
‘Why?’
‘Because …’ Hero had no idea why, but for some reason, she wanted Nick to know she wasn’t as vain and shallow as he seemed to think she was. The idea of being bothered by this was utterly ridiculous. Those two words were applied by half the planet to anyone in the modelling world. And yes, sometimes it was true. There was vanity there just as there was anywhere else. But it upset her to think that she had been tarred with that same brush by Nick Webster. When he didn’t take the phone, she quickly opened the photos tab and held it up to him.
‘See?’ she asked, scrolling through the photos. ‘Hardly any selfies.’
He glanced at it and nodded. ‘OK.’ He let out a breath, something gnawing at him about