"No, I control the horse. You can shoot arrows with ease." As Joseph spoke, he reached out and pulled her completely into his arms. "Close to me."
Irish heard the sound of her own heart, and she transferred her eyes and conveniently shifted her uneasy mood, but when she saw Leo in the audience sitting there smiling at her. His handsome face looked so sincere.
The rapid beating of her heart turned into warmth.
A trumpet blew as the match began.
Irish felt a gentle movement of his arm around her waist, and the horse ran out. She panted, and the man whispered, "Lean on me."
She did, and her hand with the bow shook a little.
Joseph had one hand taking control of the reins and the other hand across her waist. All of her weight was on his chest.
"The arrow is in front, try to shoot it out."
"You ride slowly, I can't focus."
