The way he speaks about his father reveals a detachment. His childhood probably lacked everything I received in abundance. Heat pricks my eyes as I imagine young Colton in desperate need of a hug, but getting ignored instead. There’s no warmth or fond memories. Grief won’t hold him hostage. Maybe it’s better that way.
My lashes bat away the unshed tears. “Will you let me stay here on my own?”
His extended pause reveals the truth. “Maybe.”
“Liar.” But it’s a step in the right direction.
“Invite Paisley or some other friend if you need better company.” Colton’s hand roams the length of Bandit’s glossy neck.
My heart absolutely doesn’t soften to him petting my horse with affection. “I already told her that you changed course and took me in the opposite direction against my will. She didn’t seem all that surprised.”
“You didn’t either. I was expecting more of a fight.”
“After the initial burst of shock, I realized this”—I wave at the makeshift safe house—“should be expected. Why waste my energy trying to escape? Short of smothering you with a pillow, I’m not getting away.”
“Glad to hear you’re finally seeing reason.”
My eyes narrow at his smug tone. I should probably be more upset, but it won’t do me any favors. If he wants to pretend this situation is normal, I can play along. That doesn’t mean I accept it. I’m just trying to rationalize his extreme protective instincts while waiting for the storm to pass. Otherwise, I will actually lose it.
“I’m going to let Bandit and Luna graze for a bit before finding a trail to explore.” My fingers reach for the lead ropes.
But Colton doesn’t give. “I’ve got ‘em. You can check out the house. It’s a keypad entry. The code is zero-four-two-seven. Master bedroom is all yours. Unpack and change. Then we’ll go for a ride.”
“That’s my birthday,” I whisper.
“I’m aware.”
“Why is the code my birthday?”
He chews on his answer for a moment. “It’s a combination neither of us will forget.”
Which sounds more like a meaningful decision rather than strictly for convenience.
My head is spinning again, but I focus on the other part of his statement. “We’regoing for a ride?”
“If that’s all right with you.”
I squint at his nonchalance. “Are you planning on hoofin’ it?”
“Sure, Princess.” Colton’s stubbled cheek twitches as if he’s about to smirk. “I’ll eat your dust and enjoy the view.”
Forty-five minutes later, we’re walking in a single file line across a sloping field. I have the best damn seat in the land thanks to Bandit’s don’t-give-a-shit disposition. The gelding allows us to trail behind at our leisure. Maybe he enjoys ogling the mare’s ass the same way I’m staring straight ahead at Bianca’s curves.
The stretchy shirt she’s wearing accentuates every supple inch in a tight caress. Whoever designed that garment is a genius. I’m lost in the slow sway of her hips when she turns in the saddle.
Bianca smiles, looking pleased to catch me drooling over her. “How you doin’, Cowboy?”
I tip the brim of my Stetson. “Just fine, Princess.”
“How’s the view?” She motions to the rural landscape enveloping us.
But I couldn’t care less about prairie grass or willow trees whipping in the breeze. My focus doesn’t stray from her lush hindquarters. “Won’t hear me complain.”
A blush paints her pretty cheeks. “I’m beginning to think you’re flirting with me.”
“It’s about time.” For me to admit it too.
She laughs and shakes her head, allowing the sun to turn her brown hair into melted chocolate. “Too many secrets. Just like showing off your riding skills. Why didn’t you tell me you learned how?”
