Peter headed to bed. He picked up his phone *Goodnight Jules* His hand shook as he added an x. It was a gamble. Could he lose any chance of even being friends?

She saw her phone light up, she smiled when she read the message. *Night Peter x* she put her phone down and went to bed.

This time Peter wouldn't fret about the message being short, one little symbol was all that really counted. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep much more peacefully than he had since his surgery, or at least once the anaesthetic wore off.

She woke up early, went on a run then started morning feed. She sent a quick *Morning* text to Peter before saddling up horses for the day.

Peter smiled as he saw the message *Hey, how are you and Trouble today?* He replied, before heading for a shower which wasn't exactly easy without getting the cast wet but it did help refresh him too. He felt pretty much back to normal apart from his arm.

She texted back, *Hes on stall rest, Im good* she dished out feed to Moon, Rex, Rush, Lincoln, Whipser, Spring, and Trouble. She asked Alora to start with Whisper as she was a new arrival and was a eventing mare, she wanted a good start with this 16.2 thoroughbred.

Im going to bed night)

*Glad you're doing better. Please can I see you today?* He asked, feeling a touch of nerves again. Texts had their place but hardly compared to actually being together.

*Sure if you want* she typed back, she led out Moon and saddled her up. She led the hanoverian mare out to the flat arena, she picked up a trot, walking around.

Alora sighed, "Peters right she is tough" Alora knew Jules wasn't going to be honest with Peter, so she asked to barrow her truck to get 'supplies' when really she was going to Peters. She drove and parked in his drive.