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Apparently I’m the only one who thinks this is the worst fucking idea since horses,” Garrett says irritably.
“Horses?” Logan and Fitzy echo in unison.
“Like, horses in general?” Morris asks in confusion.
“As in, domesticating them,” he grumbles. “They belong in the wild. End of story.”
“Babe,” Hannah hedges in, “are you just saying that because you’re scared of horses?”
His jaw drops. “I’m not scared of horses.”
She ignores the denial. “Oh my God, it’s all coming together. That’s why you wouldn’t go to the Thanksgiving fair in Philly.” She glances at the rest of us. “My aunt and uncle wanted to take us to this festival thing with all these cool booths and a petting zoo…and horseback riding. He said his stomach hurt.”
Garrett visibly clenches his teeth. “My stomach did hurt. I ate too much fucking turkey, Wellsy. Anyway, I don’t like this.
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