I shake off the heat filling my cheeks. It’s just the sun. “Nothing,” I say. “Don’t know where that came from.”
“It sounded like Macey Henwood was talking about a wedding fantasy,” he says in his slow drawl.
“I must still be caught up in last night,” I say.
He puts his large, callused hand on my cheek. “Fantasies are fun to play around with.”
He brushes my skin gently, and before I realize what’s happening, his lips are on mine. Hard and soft at the same time. Only Logan can pull off that erotic-as-hell combination. His tongue slips between my lips. And then, he tastes me. Every damn inch of my mouth until I’m moaning.
He abruptly breaks away, and it takes every ounce of willpower inside of me not to grab him back and kiss him myself.
“Sorry,” he murmurs.
His eyes are filled with an intensity that I literally watch him blink away until all I can see is his calm, rebellious expression.
“Shit. I think last night messed with our heads,” he says in a hoarse tone.
“I think it did.” I turn away from him and stare out at the rolling hills.
14
Logan
* * *
We’re going to fucking blow it.
All because of a fake wedding ceremony that fucked with our heads. Sure, this town is obsessed with romance and relationships, but Macey and I have always stayed away from its gravitational pull.
Ever since last night, though, things feel off.
The rules Macey and I set up work for us. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a fantasy evening ruin everything.
But I can’t stop wanting to kiss her. I can’t stop staring at her mouth.
I jump off the rock, turning away from the mind-blowing beauty in front of me. And I don’t mean the Hill Country vista all around us.
“Let’s bring the horses back and walk through town. Sound good?”
I don’t even look back to see if Macey’s agreed. I just head for Dexter and untie him. I climb up onto his back, and only then do I check that Macey’s behind me. She’s already mounting Queen, and when we lock eyes, I force myself to look away.
We ride through the meadow and down the hill until we enter the burnt-out field that leads to the barn. We pull up on the horses and dismount.
I take the reins from Macey in silence, and she follows me over to the hosing station. We take turns cooling off Queen and Dexter, making sure to take the time to rub down their legs.
We bring them to the field and turn them out with the others. Macey stands on the outside of the fence, leaning her elbows over the top so she can watch Queen eating from the grain pail.
“Horses have it right, don’t they?”
I step up onto the run with her so we’re side by side. I keep my eyes on Dexter in the field when I say, “How do you mean?”
“They exercise. They eat and drink. They play with their friends. They don’t push anybody away.”
“Huh.” I watch Dexter nuzzle with Queen like they’re chatting about the trip they just took. “Sounds to me like you’re finding a round-about way of going after yourself.”
She elbows me in the arm lightly. “You’re too good at reading me, Logan. Maybe I should make some new friends.”
“Maybe I just know exactly what you need. You can’t find that with someone new, can you?”
