Page 107 of Ride the Sky

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

She shakes her head then, as if remembering what she said mere seconds ago, sighs. “Someone’s been sending me DMs.”

The air around me crackles, stills.

“Who?”

“Not sure.” She sinks her teeth into her lush lower lip. “They started a few weeks before the Rock ’n Ride.”

“Goddamn it, Fallon.” I heave a sigh of frustration and needle my brow. “Why are you only tellin’ me this now?”

She jerks her shoulders in a shrug. “They’re harmless.”

“I’ll be the fucking judge of that.” In one swift motion, I snatch her phone.

“Excuse you,” she snaps and slams a hand against my chest.

I ignore her and scroll through the DMs. The account looks like a troll account with its shitty name. But the messages chill my blood, lock my body tight.

You ride, you’ll regret it.

I told you this would happen.

Stay away from the rodeo.

Unease settles in my gut. First the roses, now these cryptic-as-fuck DMs. Someone’s sending this to fuck with her. But who? And why? And another thought that has me losing it, what if it wasn’t an accident?

That’s when I see the video. My hands clench around her phone. The motherfucker sent her the video of her accident. Reliving it, seeing Fallon screaming for me on that dusty arena floor is not something I’m prepared for. Just the thought has my heart gulping air.

I blow out an angry breath. “You been watchin’ this?”

“Just every damn day.” She paces, limps to her walker. “There’s something I’m missing. I just don’t know what. I keep thinking, and dreaming, and—” Her voice hitches, her face clouds. She’s worked up. Now I’m pissed. Pissed she’s been holding on to this for as long as she has. Pissed she didn’t come to me. Pissed there’s one more secret between us.

“We should tell Davis.” If anyone can figure it out, he can.

“No way,” she argues. “I’m not worried about it. He shouldn’t be either.” Her face softens. “Davis and Dakota have enough going on.”

I blow out a breath, hating that she’s right. With the end of the season approaching, Davis has been busy with contractors and SAR work. He doesn’t need one more thing on his plate.

Grudgingly, I hand her back her phone. Don’t miss the shakiness in her hands as she takes it. “You tell me if you get another one.”

She smirks at my irritation. “Relax, Wyatt.”

There’s no relaxing. Not when it comes to Fallon. I step forward, needing her in my arms to calm the worry swirling in my head.

She tilts her head back, amused. “Are you okay?”

“No. I’m not.” My arms tighten around her. Like I can protect her from whatever it is out there waiting for her. “Come to the ranch today. Hang with Koty while I train.”

“What about the laundry?”

I kiss her lips, and she smiles. “We’ll do laundry together. Tonight.”

She considers it then says, “If that makes you feel better.”

“It does.” Unable to stop myself, my hands push open her silky robe. I cup her heavy breast, teasing a thumb over the bud of her nipple, and she gasps.

“Wyatt,” Fallon breathes reverently, leaning into me. Gripping her jaw and throat, I kiss her, and it steals every ounce of oxygen in my lungs.

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