"No need to try and split us up, David," I informed him. "It's already happened." He looked at me, half in shock, half in happiness. I knew I must've looked like crap at that moment, but he didn't seem to care.
"Kris, are you al-"
"I'm fine, David," I insisted. "I was just as much an idiot now as I'd ever been."
"I didn't want it to be this way," he assured me. "I wanted to win you because you loved me more than Junior." He took my hand, I pulled away.
"You haven't "won" me at all," I shouted. "Just because I'm alone doesn't mean that I'll flock to whoever wants me!" He grabbed my hand again. I lashed out in anger, slapping him. I ran. I found myself doing that often, running. This time, however, Junior didn't need to save me.
"Kris, get in." Pablo ordered angrily. "Look, keep your emotional problems out of business. David could've fired you on the spot and then where would you be?"
"Pablo, you don't understand," I cried.
"Don't understand what, Kris?" he scolded. "That you slapped a man worth more than you and I combined?"
"Matt and I broke up that night at the restaurant when you came to pick me up," I blurted out. "Then Junior and I were together for about a day, and then he wants Jillian again, and then...David thinks that he can have me as his girlfriend..." I mumbled the last part.
"I understand some trainers are hard," Pablo explained. "But you have to deal with it. If you don't, you're just proving that they have more control over you than just in the way you ride." I nodded. "So any good news?"
"Wildfire's going to be in the Breeders!" I shouted happily. A smile spread across Pablo's face.
"But Avatar's riding for Davis," he said, his tone confused.
"He's running for Raintree," I explained. "Mr. Davis said I could.
"Is it in print?" he questioned. I shook my head. "I'll get it in print." Pablo drove us back to the ranch to finalize the deal with legal documentation.