Picture Of Perfection
Carter Phillips stood in the foyer of the hotel ballroom, trying to determine the perfect time to make his escape. He didn't feel comfortable at fancy parties like this— hating anything that took him away from his horses.
As a veterinarian, Carter preferred spending his time in a barn rather than a ballroom, but working for Quest Stables made events like this a necessary evil. Even if it was for a good cause.
The black-tie affair would raise money for an organization that provided horse therapy to disabled children and adults. Andrew Preston, stable manager at Quest and heir apparent to the family business, had helped Carter organize several of these horse therapy camps back in Kentucky. Carter had seen for himself what a thrill riding a horse could be for a child who wasn't able to walk or run.
Carter slowly scanned the ballroom, relieved that he didn't see anyone he knew. He wasn't in the mood for small talk. His plane had arrived in San Diego at six o'clock this morning and he was still adjusting to the three-hour time difference.
Quest Stables had six horses running at Del Mar this season and Carter had spent most of his day evaluating them at the ... read full excerpt from Picture of Perfection ebook
