Post by syrinx on Jan 18, 2008 12:42:02 GMT -5
This Far
By Syrinx
The program officially read:
NINTH RACE Belmont Park June 27, 2004
Distance: Five and One-Half Furlongs (1:02-2)
STAKE-THE 98TH RUNNING OF THE ASTORIA $100,000 ADDED (UP TO $19,400 NYSBFOA)-: $100,000. FOR FILLIES TWO YEARS OLD. By subscription of $100 each, which should accompany the nomination; $500 to pass the entry box; $500 to start, with $100,000 added. The added money and all fees to be divided 60% to the winner, 20% to second, 11% to third, 6% to fourth and 3% to fifth. 118 lbs. Non-winners of $35,000 allowed 2 lbs.; a race other than maiden or claiming, 4 lbs. Trophies will be presented to the winning owner, trainer and jockey. Closed Saturday, June 14, 2004 with 16 Nominations.
Nervously, Ashleigh Griffen closed the program and rolled it up into her hands. The fillies were already on the track, warming up on the backstretch and casually prancing along next to their outriders. Ashleigh leaned against the metal rail of the box and used it to steady her as she rose on her tiptoes to see over the heads of taller people in front of her.
"Do you see her?" Samantha McLean, her assistant trainer and long-time friend, asked next to her.
"She’s there with the gray pony," Ashleigh said, pointing as she spotted her bay filly trotting up the inside rail with the nearly white Quarter Horse cantering along next to her. Samantha nodded and also stretched her neck to see, bouncing nervously on her feet.
The fillies moved around the starting gate and hesitantly filed inside. Ashleigh’s filly took a quick glance at the blue and white contraption before tossing her head haughtily and stepping inside. The crowd milled and waited out the last few horses, then exploded into a coarse rumbling as the gates burst open.
Ashleigh’s filly broke quickly, looking almost startled at the way she had to move so fast from a standstill. Jilly Gordon, Ashleigh's usual jockey, settled her on the outside in third. The leader, a flighty chestnut filly, had been gunned to the front to sprint ahead of the rest by two lengths. Jilly kept the bay filly settled there on the outside, paying no mind to the quick fractions the chestnut was throwing up.
It didn't take long to hit the far turn, and Ashleigh kept her eyes trained on the bay, watching her move and respond to the horses around her. Midway on the turn, the chestnut's lead was considerably cut into, and Jilly was already starting to move a little on the bay's back. The filly began to respond gamely when they galloped past the quarter mile pole, swinging around the few fillies in front of her to make a charge down the stretch.
"Come on, Print!" Samantha hollered next to Ashleigh. "Come on, baby!"
Ashleigh strained harder to get a good look at her bay filly as the crowd began to cheer the horses on. She caught sight of the favorite, a tall Deputy Commander, cutting through on the inside to give chase just as Out Of Print took command on the outside.
"Look to the inside, Jilly," Ashleigh commanded as the favorite began to challenge, gripping her race program and twisting it in her hand as Jilly glanced behind once and went to the crop. The bay filly shot forward after Jilly landed the end of the stick sharply on her hindquarters twice before going the rest of the way on a hand ride. The favorite was lost behind Jilly and Ashleigh’s bay filly as the wire flicked overhead.
"Yes!" Ashleigh pumped a fist into the air, letting the racing program drop to the ground.
"She did it!" Samantha shouted, giving Ashleigh an excited hug as Jilly stood up in the stirrups and let the bay filly unwind past the wire.
"I can't really believe it," Ashleigh responded, hugging Samantha back before both women looked back out to the track as Jilly turned the bay filly around and headed back to the grandstand.
"Believe it," Samantha demanded with a laugh. "You definitely deserve this."
Ashleigh let out a big breath and smiled. "Let's go down to see her."
The petite bay filly had beaten them to the winner's circle, and as Ashleigh pushed her way toward her with Samantha following along closely, she suddenly couldn't believe her luck. Jilly was sitting proudly in the saddle, looking disheveled from the race with her face and silks splattered with dirt. The filly underneath her was just as dirty, but she looked lively underneath the fatigue of the race. Looking at the two standing proudly in the winner’s circle after the filly's first stakes win, Ashleigh had to stop and be grateful.
"Ash!" Jilly called as the older jockey spotted them approaching out of the crowd. Ashleigh grinned and walked up to them, putting a hand on the filly’s dirty shoulder.
"That was fantastic," Ashleigh told her. "How did she feel?"
"She could keep going," Jilly responded, patting the filly on the neck. "She'll definitely be her mother's daughter."
"I've got no doubt of that," Ashleigh laughed.
They arranged for the photo and sent the filly back to the stables to a scattering of applause. An hour later, after the press conference and the trophy presentation, Ashleigh and Samantha followed. Races had just ended, so the backside was still a little on the active side as horses were cooled, bathed, and fed their last meal of the day.
Ashleigh’s barn was by far one of the quietest on the Belmont backside. As they walked into the dim shed row, a few horses looked at them mildly over munching on their dinner. Precocious, as always, greeted them with a throaty whicker. Ashleigh rubbed the nearly black filly’s neck in response and went on to check on the rest of the horses, looking over the work her three grooms had done on the eighteen horses that were in her barn.
As always, she stopped in on Out Of Print last. The bay filly had already finished up her feed and was eagerly ripping at her hay net, showing no loss of appetite after her Astoria win. Ashleigh rubbed the filly’s wide white blaze, still hardly believing that this filly was with her now, racing under her colors and totally her own.
"You're going to take her up to Saratoga next?" Samantha asked, stopping next to Fleeting Moment and giving the dark bay son of Fleet Goddess an affectionate scratch between his ears. Moment returned this affection by lipping at the hem of Samantha's dress, catching it briefly between his teeth and tugging before he lost interest and settled with rubbing his head against the door of his stall.
"That's the idea," Ashleigh nodded, smiling at her mare's son. "If everything goes like I want, Print will be in the Schuylerville."
"I swear to God I'll be up there to see that," Samantha vowed. "July is just going to be a hectic mess of a month. Dad is getting married next week, I want to help you move up to the Saratoga meet, and Townsend Acres is doing their dispersal sale. Dad's already got a few new clients that are interested in sorting through some of their racing stock."
"You'll be going to the sale?" Ashleigh asked curiously.
"Probably," Samantha nodded. "Dad asked me to come with him, and I have to admit I'm a little curious about seeing the end of Townsend Acres. Aren't you going?"
"I had thought about it," Ashleigh nodded. "But, with the Saratoga meet it makes it difficult to fly to Lexington on a whim."
"I don't know if it's a whim," Samantha countered. "I can imagine a lot of people would expect you to be there. Think of what's going to be sold."
"It’s rather tempting," Ashleigh admitted. After all, the sole reason she wound up with Out Of Print was because she had decided to go home for a few weeks last September. Her father had pulled her along to the Keeneland September sale and there was the filly, then unnamed, already attracting a ton of attention. It was a miracle Ashleigh had gotten her at all, but then she supposed she was more eager to come away with the filly than anyone else was. Sentiment was hard to top.
"Tempting?" Samantha asked, disbelieving. "Ashleigh, they're selling Wonder. And not only Wonder. They’re selling Pride, Princess, and Mr. Wonderful. Think of what you could come away with!"
"Pride is being sold privately," Ashleigh corrected. "And believe me if I thought I had the money to buy them all, I'd hop on a plane tomorrow and throw all the money I had at Townsend Acres. The thing is that I don’t have the money. Imagine what Wonder is worth now, as the dam of three stakes winners?"
"Well," Samantha huffed, giving Moment one last pat. "It’s fun to think about."
"Exquisite torture," Ashleigh smiled.
"So are you going?" Samantha asked.
"I’ll think about it," Ashleigh said. "Speaking of, when is your flight out tonight?"
"Nine," Samantha answered, looking at her watch. "And I’ve really got to go to pack. I’ll meet you at your apartment at seven?"
"Absolutely," Ashleigh nodded. "I’ve just got to shut some things down here and I’ll be by to take you to LaGuardia."
"Great," Samantha grinned. "You sure you can’t come down with me? I know they’re not your parents, or anything, but they'd love to have you around for as long as you want."
"I’ll be on the next flight out after I run Precocious in the Prioress," Ashleigh promised. "Already got the tickets."
Samantha nodded. "Okay," she said, backing off to the parking lot. "Seven o'clock?"
"I’ll be there," Ashleigh said, waving her off. "Go get ready!"
"Yeah, yeah," Samantha laughed, turning around and jogging out of the barn to her rental car.
Ashleigh gave Out Of Print a final pat on the neck and moved off to her office, looking at the pile of messages Molly, one of her grooms, had written down for her. She leafed through them, glancing at the names quickly until she stalled on one she hadn't seen coming.
On the fifth slip, the name Brad Townsend had been written along with a phone number. "Call back when you can," was scribbled underneath the name.
Frowning, Ashleigh had to stretch to come up with reasons why Brad Townsend would want to talk with her. They hadn’t spoken since she had left Townsend Acres over two years ago, and had only seen glimpses of each other on the various tracks they frequented. Neither had made a move to contact the other, so this message seemed very strange.
Just as Ashleigh moved to pick up the phone, the slip of yellow paper still in her hand, a voice from the door stilled her movements.
"Don’t bother."
Ashleigh looked up and stared for a moment, looking on Brad Townsend as he leaned easily against her doorway. Her hand dropped to her side, and Ashleigh put down the stack of papers, looking at him.
"I’m a little surprised," she said, looking at the man who stood across the room from her. He smiled grimly, and shrugged.
"I was in the area."
Ashleigh laughed at that, giving him a disbelieving look he knew well. "Why are you here? I heard Mr. Wonderful is running in the Suburban. Are you here for that?"
"No," Brad shook his head. "I’m leaving tomorrow morning, actually. I was up here to help dad sell the Manhattan apartment and the Southampton house. The deals went through this afternoon."
"I see," Ashleigh responded, although she didn’t. Brad looked like he always did: dark, handsome, and admirably cool, revealing nothing of his thought process. He certainly didn’t look like the farm he had grown up on and would have been heir to was going to be sold on the auction block in less than a month. Part of Ashleigh had to admire that, and be confused by it. "I’m sorry about Townsend Acres," she added, going through the paces. "It must be difficult."
"It had been coming since Wonder's Pride was racing," Brad brushed off her concern. "But thank you."
Ashleigh nodded, knowing just as everyone else that Townsend Acres had started falling to the wayside in the business long ago. Clay Townsend had tried everything to save the farm from bankruptcy, but only fell into deeper debt that the farm could never repay.
"You’re keeping a few of the horses?" Ashleigh asked, assuming.
Brad nodded. "Lord Ainsley, the Prince, and Her Majesty. The three I own, in other words. Were you going to the auction?"
"Everyone has been asking me that," Ashleigh said, laughing a little at how strange this all seemed. "But, I haven't decided yet."
"No?" he asked, tilting his head a little to consider her.
"Maybe," Ashleigh sighed. "I’m a little busy, and my funds couldn’t possibly cover what I’d like to buy."
"Eyes are bigger than your checkbook, huh?" he asked.
"More or less," Ashleigh shrugged. "I think we both know what I’d want to buy from your father's stock."
He smiled a little then, running a hand through his short dark brown hair. "You’re really not going to ask why I called?" he asked, seeming to change the subject.
"I was just getting to that," Ashleigh answered.
"Good," he said. "I’ve got a business proposition for you."
"Now?" Ashleigh asked, a little more than surprised that Townsend Acres would want to wheel and deal with her so close to their ending. "What does Clay need?"
"Not Townsend Acres," Brad shook his head, finally walking into the office. "Me."
"You," Ashleigh arched an eyebrow, realizing she'd have to adjust quickly this. "Okay. Let’s hear it."
Brad stopped in front of her desk and looked down at its messy surface, smiling. "I," he paused, putting his hands on the desk's smooth wooden top before looking her in the eye and continuing, "am currently the owner of Ashleigh’s Wonder."
Ashleigh blinked at him. Her first reaction was to deny this news, and when she saw the seriousness on Brad's face she felt like hitting the floor. Brad Townsend owned her mare?
"You've got to be kidding me," Ashleigh breathed, having trouble digesting this.
"I do," Brad told her. "The papers are in my car just outside this stable."
"How?" Ashleigh asked, sputtering. "When?"
Brad shook his head. "Ash, I bought her a month ago from my father for three million dollars, about a million or two off of what she’d probably get at auction. She's in foal to Storm Cat, so you can imagine her value at the moment."
"Why are you telling me this?" Ashleigh asked, pressing her hand against her forehead and shutting her eyes, wondering what sort of sick pleasure he could take from telling her that he owned the one mare that had made her life what it was.
"I don’t want her," Brad said simply, shrugging as Ashleigh gave him an almost murderous look.
"What the hell are you doing with her, then?" Ashleigh asked, her voice rising unconsciously.
"Look," Brad sighed, falling into the chair across from her desk. "My father didn’t want her going to auction, so he sold her to me privately to keep her in the family. The thing is I need to turn a quick profit on her."
"The farm's problems rubbing off on you?" Ashleigh asked, immediately regretting it when he sighed and leaned forward. It wasn't in her nature to be insensitive, especially about a place that held such a large place in her life. It was very nearly her own home as well as Brad’s.
"I’m sorry," Ashleigh mumbled, looking down at her desk.
"No problem," he said quietly.
"So you don’t want Wonder," Ashleigh said, settling back into civil conversation. "What do you want with me?"
He looked up at her, focusing his dark eyes on her face. "I want to sell her to you," he said simply.
"To me," Ashleigh echoed, hardly believing what he was saying. She hardly believed any of this as it was, but this truly took the cake.
"For four million," he added, making her involuntarily swallow.
"Four million," she repeated just underneath her breath, staring at him like they had both suddenly gone mad. Then: "Why are you doing this?"
He smiled a little, just faintly around the corners of his mouth. "Come on, Ash. I haven’t totally forgotten about a few things. You and I weren't always at odds."
Ashleigh blushed furiously then at the memories he dragged up to the surface, wishing he had used anything besides that as an excuse to sell her Wonder. Quickly, Ashleigh shook her head.
"We were never friends," she told him. "We were at odds most of the time."
"Look," he said, choosing to ignore her. "The offer is on the table. Four million dollars for Wonder. This is your chance to negotiate."
"Brad, I can’t just make this decision now," Ashleigh argued. "Four million dollars is a huge chunk of money."
"A huge chunk of money you're paying for a legendary mare and her Storm Cat foal," he reminded her. "It’s the best deal you'd ever get for her."
Ashleigh sighed, already feeling a headache blossoming behind her forehead. She was supposed to be back at her apartment soon to take Samantha to the airport, and she had no idea if she could even afford paying four million dollars for the horse of her lifetime. The pressure to respond was officially on, and Ashleigh cracked.
"I can’t tell you now," Ashleigh shook her head. "I have to think about it."
"Well, that's surprising," Brad laughed. "The Ashleigh Griffen not immediately jumping at the chance to own the mare that was named after her. Didn’t see that coming."
"Brad," Ashleigh said, gathering some of her things together and snatching her car keys. "I appreciate the offer and I’m absolutely shocked that you even thought to sell her to me, but can you give me some time?"
"Yeah," Brad said after a few seconds of watching her. He stood up, looking down at her. "I’ll be in the city until tomorrow morning, but you can give me a call any time. You’ve got my cell number."
"Right," Ashleigh nodded, sadly not having to look at the message slip to know. She had become quite familiar with calling Brad when she had worked at Townsend Acres years ago. Some memories died hard.
"I’ll call you when I make a decision," Ashleigh said. "You won't find another buyer between now and then?"
"She’s yours if you want her," Brad said. "I’ll wait for your answer."
"Thanks," Ashleigh said, feeling even more awkward now that the conversation was coming to an end. She looked down nervously and then up again, unaccustomed to this. He seemed to pick up on this and simply said he'd see her later, if ever. It was good to talk to her again. Things were much different since she had left.
Ashleigh could hardly come up with a response, and he was gone out the door before she could think of one.
By Syrinx
The program officially read:
NINTH RACE Belmont Park June 27, 2004
Distance: Five and One-Half Furlongs (1:02-2)
STAKE-THE 98TH RUNNING OF THE ASTORIA $100,000 ADDED (UP TO $19,400 NYSBFOA)-: $100,000. FOR FILLIES TWO YEARS OLD. By subscription of $100 each, which should accompany the nomination; $500 to pass the entry box; $500 to start, with $100,000 added. The added money and all fees to be divided 60% to the winner, 20% to second, 11% to third, 6% to fourth and 3% to fifth. 118 lbs. Non-winners of $35,000 allowed 2 lbs.; a race other than maiden or claiming, 4 lbs. Trophies will be presented to the winning owner, trainer and jockey. Closed Saturday, June 14, 2004 with 16 Nominations.
Nervously, Ashleigh Griffen closed the program and rolled it up into her hands. The fillies were already on the track, warming up on the backstretch and casually prancing along next to their outriders. Ashleigh leaned against the metal rail of the box and used it to steady her as she rose on her tiptoes to see over the heads of taller people in front of her.
"Do you see her?" Samantha McLean, her assistant trainer and long-time friend, asked next to her.
"She’s there with the gray pony," Ashleigh said, pointing as she spotted her bay filly trotting up the inside rail with the nearly white Quarter Horse cantering along next to her. Samantha nodded and also stretched her neck to see, bouncing nervously on her feet.
The fillies moved around the starting gate and hesitantly filed inside. Ashleigh’s filly took a quick glance at the blue and white contraption before tossing her head haughtily and stepping inside. The crowd milled and waited out the last few horses, then exploded into a coarse rumbling as the gates burst open.
Ashleigh’s filly broke quickly, looking almost startled at the way she had to move so fast from a standstill. Jilly Gordon, Ashleigh's usual jockey, settled her on the outside in third. The leader, a flighty chestnut filly, had been gunned to the front to sprint ahead of the rest by two lengths. Jilly kept the bay filly settled there on the outside, paying no mind to the quick fractions the chestnut was throwing up.
It didn't take long to hit the far turn, and Ashleigh kept her eyes trained on the bay, watching her move and respond to the horses around her. Midway on the turn, the chestnut's lead was considerably cut into, and Jilly was already starting to move a little on the bay's back. The filly began to respond gamely when they galloped past the quarter mile pole, swinging around the few fillies in front of her to make a charge down the stretch.
"Come on, Print!" Samantha hollered next to Ashleigh. "Come on, baby!"
Ashleigh strained harder to get a good look at her bay filly as the crowd began to cheer the horses on. She caught sight of the favorite, a tall Deputy Commander, cutting through on the inside to give chase just as Out Of Print took command on the outside.
"Look to the inside, Jilly," Ashleigh commanded as the favorite began to challenge, gripping her race program and twisting it in her hand as Jilly glanced behind once and went to the crop. The bay filly shot forward after Jilly landed the end of the stick sharply on her hindquarters twice before going the rest of the way on a hand ride. The favorite was lost behind Jilly and Ashleigh’s bay filly as the wire flicked overhead.
"Yes!" Ashleigh pumped a fist into the air, letting the racing program drop to the ground.
"She did it!" Samantha shouted, giving Ashleigh an excited hug as Jilly stood up in the stirrups and let the bay filly unwind past the wire.
"I can't really believe it," Ashleigh responded, hugging Samantha back before both women looked back out to the track as Jilly turned the bay filly around and headed back to the grandstand.
"Believe it," Samantha demanded with a laugh. "You definitely deserve this."
Ashleigh let out a big breath and smiled. "Let's go down to see her."
The petite bay filly had beaten them to the winner's circle, and as Ashleigh pushed her way toward her with Samantha following along closely, she suddenly couldn't believe her luck. Jilly was sitting proudly in the saddle, looking disheveled from the race with her face and silks splattered with dirt. The filly underneath her was just as dirty, but she looked lively underneath the fatigue of the race. Looking at the two standing proudly in the winner’s circle after the filly's first stakes win, Ashleigh had to stop and be grateful.
"Ash!" Jilly called as the older jockey spotted them approaching out of the crowd. Ashleigh grinned and walked up to them, putting a hand on the filly’s dirty shoulder.
"That was fantastic," Ashleigh told her. "How did she feel?"
"She could keep going," Jilly responded, patting the filly on the neck. "She'll definitely be her mother's daughter."
"I've got no doubt of that," Ashleigh laughed.
They arranged for the photo and sent the filly back to the stables to a scattering of applause. An hour later, after the press conference and the trophy presentation, Ashleigh and Samantha followed. Races had just ended, so the backside was still a little on the active side as horses were cooled, bathed, and fed their last meal of the day.
Ashleigh’s barn was by far one of the quietest on the Belmont backside. As they walked into the dim shed row, a few horses looked at them mildly over munching on their dinner. Precocious, as always, greeted them with a throaty whicker. Ashleigh rubbed the nearly black filly’s neck in response and went on to check on the rest of the horses, looking over the work her three grooms had done on the eighteen horses that were in her barn.
As always, she stopped in on Out Of Print last. The bay filly had already finished up her feed and was eagerly ripping at her hay net, showing no loss of appetite after her Astoria win. Ashleigh rubbed the filly’s wide white blaze, still hardly believing that this filly was with her now, racing under her colors and totally her own.
"You're going to take her up to Saratoga next?" Samantha asked, stopping next to Fleeting Moment and giving the dark bay son of Fleet Goddess an affectionate scratch between his ears. Moment returned this affection by lipping at the hem of Samantha's dress, catching it briefly between his teeth and tugging before he lost interest and settled with rubbing his head against the door of his stall.
"That's the idea," Ashleigh nodded, smiling at her mare's son. "If everything goes like I want, Print will be in the Schuylerville."
"I swear to God I'll be up there to see that," Samantha vowed. "July is just going to be a hectic mess of a month. Dad is getting married next week, I want to help you move up to the Saratoga meet, and Townsend Acres is doing their dispersal sale. Dad's already got a few new clients that are interested in sorting through some of their racing stock."
"You'll be going to the sale?" Ashleigh asked curiously.
"Probably," Samantha nodded. "Dad asked me to come with him, and I have to admit I'm a little curious about seeing the end of Townsend Acres. Aren't you going?"
"I had thought about it," Ashleigh nodded. "But, with the Saratoga meet it makes it difficult to fly to Lexington on a whim."
"I don't know if it's a whim," Samantha countered. "I can imagine a lot of people would expect you to be there. Think of what's going to be sold."
"It’s rather tempting," Ashleigh admitted. After all, the sole reason she wound up with Out Of Print was because she had decided to go home for a few weeks last September. Her father had pulled her along to the Keeneland September sale and there was the filly, then unnamed, already attracting a ton of attention. It was a miracle Ashleigh had gotten her at all, but then she supposed she was more eager to come away with the filly than anyone else was. Sentiment was hard to top.
"Tempting?" Samantha asked, disbelieving. "Ashleigh, they're selling Wonder. And not only Wonder. They’re selling Pride, Princess, and Mr. Wonderful. Think of what you could come away with!"
"Pride is being sold privately," Ashleigh corrected. "And believe me if I thought I had the money to buy them all, I'd hop on a plane tomorrow and throw all the money I had at Townsend Acres. The thing is that I don’t have the money. Imagine what Wonder is worth now, as the dam of three stakes winners?"
"Well," Samantha huffed, giving Moment one last pat. "It’s fun to think about."
"Exquisite torture," Ashleigh smiled.
"So are you going?" Samantha asked.
"I’ll think about it," Ashleigh said. "Speaking of, when is your flight out tonight?"
"Nine," Samantha answered, looking at her watch. "And I’ve really got to go to pack. I’ll meet you at your apartment at seven?"
"Absolutely," Ashleigh nodded. "I’ve just got to shut some things down here and I’ll be by to take you to LaGuardia."
"Great," Samantha grinned. "You sure you can’t come down with me? I know they’re not your parents, or anything, but they'd love to have you around for as long as you want."
"I’ll be on the next flight out after I run Precocious in the Prioress," Ashleigh promised. "Already got the tickets."
Samantha nodded. "Okay," she said, backing off to the parking lot. "Seven o'clock?"
"I’ll be there," Ashleigh said, waving her off. "Go get ready!"
"Yeah, yeah," Samantha laughed, turning around and jogging out of the barn to her rental car.
Ashleigh gave Out Of Print a final pat on the neck and moved off to her office, looking at the pile of messages Molly, one of her grooms, had written down for her. She leafed through them, glancing at the names quickly until she stalled on one she hadn't seen coming.
On the fifth slip, the name Brad Townsend had been written along with a phone number. "Call back when you can," was scribbled underneath the name.
Frowning, Ashleigh had to stretch to come up with reasons why Brad Townsend would want to talk with her. They hadn’t spoken since she had left Townsend Acres over two years ago, and had only seen glimpses of each other on the various tracks they frequented. Neither had made a move to contact the other, so this message seemed very strange.
Just as Ashleigh moved to pick up the phone, the slip of yellow paper still in her hand, a voice from the door stilled her movements.
"Don’t bother."
Ashleigh looked up and stared for a moment, looking on Brad Townsend as he leaned easily against her doorway. Her hand dropped to her side, and Ashleigh put down the stack of papers, looking at him.
"I’m a little surprised," she said, looking at the man who stood across the room from her. He smiled grimly, and shrugged.
"I was in the area."
Ashleigh laughed at that, giving him a disbelieving look he knew well. "Why are you here? I heard Mr. Wonderful is running in the Suburban. Are you here for that?"
"No," Brad shook his head. "I’m leaving tomorrow morning, actually. I was up here to help dad sell the Manhattan apartment and the Southampton house. The deals went through this afternoon."
"I see," Ashleigh responded, although she didn’t. Brad looked like he always did: dark, handsome, and admirably cool, revealing nothing of his thought process. He certainly didn’t look like the farm he had grown up on and would have been heir to was going to be sold on the auction block in less than a month. Part of Ashleigh had to admire that, and be confused by it. "I’m sorry about Townsend Acres," she added, going through the paces. "It must be difficult."
"It had been coming since Wonder's Pride was racing," Brad brushed off her concern. "But thank you."
Ashleigh nodded, knowing just as everyone else that Townsend Acres had started falling to the wayside in the business long ago. Clay Townsend had tried everything to save the farm from bankruptcy, but only fell into deeper debt that the farm could never repay.
"You’re keeping a few of the horses?" Ashleigh asked, assuming.
Brad nodded. "Lord Ainsley, the Prince, and Her Majesty. The three I own, in other words. Were you going to the auction?"
"Everyone has been asking me that," Ashleigh said, laughing a little at how strange this all seemed. "But, I haven't decided yet."
"No?" he asked, tilting his head a little to consider her.
"Maybe," Ashleigh sighed. "I’m a little busy, and my funds couldn’t possibly cover what I’d like to buy."
"Eyes are bigger than your checkbook, huh?" he asked.
"More or less," Ashleigh shrugged. "I think we both know what I’d want to buy from your father's stock."
He smiled a little then, running a hand through his short dark brown hair. "You’re really not going to ask why I called?" he asked, seeming to change the subject.
"I was just getting to that," Ashleigh answered.
"Good," he said. "I’ve got a business proposition for you."
"Now?" Ashleigh asked, a little more than surprised that Townsend Acres would want to wheel and deal with her so close to their ending. "What does Clay need?"
"Not Townsend Acres," Brad shook his head, finally walking into the office. "Me."
"You," Ashleigh arched an eyebrow, realizing she'd have to adjust quickly this. "Okay. Let’s hear it."
Brad stopped in front of her desk and looked down at its messy surface, smiling. "I," he paused, putting his hands on the desk's smooth wooden top before looking her in the eye and continuing, "am currently the owner of Ashleigh’s Wonder."
Ashleigh blinked at him. Her first reaction was to deny this news, and when she saw the seriousness on Brad's face she felt like hitting the floor. Brad Townsend owned her mare?
"You've got to be kidding me," Ashleigh breathed, having trouble digesting this.
"I do," Brad told her. "The papers are in my car just outside this stable."
"How?" Ashleigh asked, sputtering. "When?"
Brad shook his head. "Ash, I bought her a month ago from my father for three million dollars, about a million or two off of what she’d probably get at auction. She's in foal to Storm Cat, so you can imagine her value at the moment."
"Why are you telling me this?" Ashleigh asked, pressing her hand against her forehead and shutting her eyes, wondering what sort of sick pleasure he could take from telling her that he owned the one mare that had made her life what it was.
"I don’t want her," Brad said simply, shrugging as Ashleigh gave him an almost murderous look.
"What the hell are you doing with her, then?" Ashleigh asked, her voice rising unconsciously.
"Look," Brad sighed, falling into the chair across from her desk. "My father didn’t want her going to auction, so he sold her to me privately to keep her in the family. The thing is I need to turn a quick profit on her."
"The farm's problems rubbing off on you?" Ashleigh asked, immediately regretting it when he sighed and leaned forward. It wasn't in her nature to be insensitive, especially about a place that held such a large place in her life. It was very nearly her own home as well as Brad’s.
"I’m sorry," Ashleigh mumbled, looking down at her desk.
"No problem," he said quietly.
"So you don’t want Wonder," Ashleigh said, settling back into civil conversation. "What do you want with me?"
He looked up at her, focusing his dark eyes on her face. "I want to sell her to you," he said simply.
"To me," Ashleigh echoed, hardly believing what he was saying. She hardly believed any of this as it was, but this truly took the cake.
"For four million," he added, making her involuntarily swallow.
"Four million," she repeated just underneath her breath, staring at him like they had both suddenly gone mad. Then: "Why are you doing this?"
He smiled a little, just faintly around the corners of his mouth. "Come on, Ash. I haven’t totally forgotten about a few things. You and I weren't always at odds."
Ashleigh blushed furiously then at the memories he dragged up to the surface, wishing he had used anything besides that as an excuse to sell her Wonder. Quickly, Ashleigh shook her head.
"We were never friends," she told him. "We were at odds most of the time."
"Look," he said, choosing to ignore her. "The offer is on the table. Four million dollars for Wonder. This is your chance to negotiate."
"Brad, I can’t just make this decision now," Ashleigh argued. "Four million dollars is a huge chunk of money."
"A huge chunk of money you're paying for a legendary mare and her Storm Cat foal," he reminded her. "It’s the best deal you'd ever get for her."
Ashleigh sighed, already feeling a headache blossoming behind her forehead. She was supposed to be back at her apartment soon to take Samantha to the airport, and she had no idea if she could even afford paying four million dollars for the horse of her lifetime. The pressure to respond was officially on, and Ashleigh cracked.
"I can’t tell you now," Ashleigh shook her head. "I have to think about it."
"Well, that's surprising," Brad laughed. "The Ashleigh Griffen not immediately jumping at the chance to own the mare that was named after her. Didn’t see that coming."
"Brad," Ashleigh said, gathering some of her things together and snatching her car keys. "I appreciate the offer and I’m absolutely shocked that you even thought to sell her to me, but can you give me some time?"
"Yeah," Brad said after a few seconds of watching her. He stood up, looking down at her. "I’ll be in the city until tomorrow morning, but you can give me a call any time. You’ve got my cell number."
"Right," Ashleigh nodded, sadly not having to look at the message slip to know. She had become quite familiar with calling Brad when she had worked at Townsend Acres years ago. Some memories died hard.
"I’ll call you when I make a decision," Ashleigh said. "You won't find another buyer between now and then?"
"She’s yours if you want her," Brad said. "I’ll wait for your answer."
"Thanks," Ashleigh said, feeling even more awkward now that the conversation was coming to an end. She looked down nervously and then up again, unaccustomed to this. He seemed to pick up on this and simply said he'd see her later, if ever. It was good to talk to her again. Things were much different since she had left.
Ashleigh could hardly come up with a response, and he was gone out the door before she could think of one.