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I tell Drogheda all the not-so-sordid details.  It surprises me when she grins.  And, for Drogheda, it’s a pretty devilish grin, too.
    “What did I tell you?  That boy is not the right one for you.  Didn’t I tell you you’d find the right boy?”
    “Drogheda, Brent is a great guy.  Didn’t I tell you that?”
    “Aye-aye-aye!  That’s all I hear for years now, but this is what I want to hear.  I want to hear you tell of a boy who gets in your head,” she says, tapping my temple with her finger, “and in your heart, too.”  She taps my chest over my heart.
    “But Brent—”
    “Pssssh,” she says, waving her hands at me.  “I don’t want to hear any more excuses, mi Camille.  Keep that boy around if you must, but don’t turn your back on this new one.  You have to give love a chance.  When it’s real, it will find a way.”
    My laugh is short and bitter.  “Can it find a way around Jack Hines?”
    “Have faith, chica.  Love can even find a way around your father.”
    Drogheda’s smile is sweet and encouraging, just what I needed this morning whether I knew it or not.  Impulsively, I lean over and wrap my arms around her neck.
    “What would I do without you, Drogheda?”
    “You’d be lazy all day, that’s what.”  She slides off the bed and swats at me with the dishtowel she’s still carrying.  “Now, come eat your breakfast so I can clean up the kitchen.”
    “I’m coming, I’m coming!  Give me a minute,” I complain good-naturedly.
    Drogheda rolls her eyes in exasperation and walks away, muttering something in Spanish that I can’t understand, but sounds awfully cute.
    Somewhere between my bedroom and the kitchen, I decide to go see the only person I can think of who might know more about Trick than I do, which isn’t much.
    My father is sitting behind his desk when I walk into his office.  This is the first time I’ve seen him since I got home.  I notice a little gray at his temples that wasn’t there at Christmas.  Otherwise, he looks the same—short, dark hair, tan skin and sharp blue eyes that see right through me when he looks up.
    I smile brightly.  “Morning, Daddy.”  I lean against the door jamb and yawn.
    “I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get to see you at all,” he says with a smile, laying his pen to the side.  He leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers as he watches me.
    “Sorry.  I’ve been with Jenna the last few days and I guess you’ve been…what?  Checking out new horses?”
    He shrugs.  “Nothing you need to be concerned about.”
    “What if I want to be?”
    He frowns.  “What’s the supposed to mean?”
    I walk on into his office and sit down in one of the big leather armchairs that face his desk.  “Daddy, I’m thinking of spending the summer learning more about the business.”
    “Why?”
    I shrug.  “Because I want to.  You know how much I love horses.  But I’ve always just loved riding them.  I’ve never really seen the business side of things and it’s something I’m interested in.”
    His smile isn’t very big, but it is full of pride and pleasure, which makes me feel good.  Maybe he’s been waiting for this day all along.  Who knows?
    “I think we can arrange some kind of internship then.”
    Internship.  Inwardly, I roll my eyes.  I should’ve known Jack Hines wouldn’t throw the least bit of nepotism my way.  “Sounds good.  I thought maybe I could make a couple of trips with you this summer. You know, check out new horse flesh and meet some of your contacts.”
    He nods. “I’ve got one coming up next month that would be a good place to start.”
    “Just let me know when and I’m on it.”
    He continues to nod. I can practically see the wheels turning.  And the expectations rising.  “You should make some time to start looking into the genetics of thoroughbreds, then.  Financial investment, too.  You need to have a good understanding of both those aspects before