“I hate this.”
“I get it.” I leaned back again. “Would now be a bad time to mention that Dylan and I kind of had the whole thing under control?”
“Yeah, baby, now would be a really bad time.” He shookhis head. “But you did look amazing...even on the back of a bucking horse.”
“Really?”
He gave me a reluctant smile. “I bet you’re incredible on those fancy jumping horses, huh?”
I giggled. “I do okay. It’s been a while, but I loved competing.”
“I guess it wouldn’t matter how badly you did in competition.”
“Oh, really? How come?”
“’Cause you’re freakin’ sexy in the outfit.”
I laughed. “You’reridiculous. But I love you.”
His body finally relaxed and he leaned down to kiss me. “Love you too, Addie.”
After a few minutes of him holding me, I smiled. “I’m very proud of you.”
“Yeah? Why?”
“Because you only freaked out a little bit and let me talk you down off the ledge.”
He patted his chest. “Believe me, I was freakin’ out a hell of a lot more in here.”
“I get it, but you controlledit.” I shrugged. “So I’m proud of you.”
“’Preciate it, baby.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. “Now, let’s go deal with the dipshit who tried to kill my woman.”
His body went back to its locked and loaded state. I sighed.
He took my hand and we headed back, but Asher met us at the door.
“Someone must have called the cops. They’re here and they’re taking Wyatt in.”
