Page 109 of Ride the Sky

Davis frowns and straightens up. “Who?”

“Ain’t sure. Maybe a fan, maybe some creepy fucker.”

I click into my email, debating whether or not to tell Davis about the DMs, when my eyes land on his ulcer medication.

“Wy?” Davis prods, dark brows drawing together.

Fallon’s right. He doesn’t need the stress. One whiff of danger, and Davis will be on it like a bloodhound.

Whatever’s going on, I can handle it myself.

So I shrug, giving him a semi-truth. “She doesn’t think it was a migraine that knocked her out.”

Davis sighs.

Ford’s brows pull together. “So what was it?”

“Ain’t sure. Whatever it is, I believe her.”

Davis squeezes the back of his neck. “You can’t do that. You can’t—”

I turn in my chair to glare at him. “What? Give her hope?” I exhale a breath. “That’s fucked up, man.”

Davis and Dakota want to protect her, and I do, too. But they don’t know she needs to ride to be okay. Fallon’s down, but not out. Whatever she needs to get back to herself, I’ll be there.

I scrub a hand over my jaw. “She’ll ride again.” If it was up to Fallon, sooner rather than later.

“Damn right,” Charlie agrees.

“Speakin’ of horses,” Ford says. “Might wanna check your email, little brother.”

I grunt. “Mail theft’s a felony.”

“Went to the main email, dumbass.”

I roll my eyes and scan the long list of emails I’ve ignored. I open one from the Younger School.Fuck.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Younger’s comin’ here?”

Just the thought has my blood pressure spiking.

“He’s gonna review the school,” Charlie says, shuffling through a stack of bills. “Decide if you get the position next year.”

Fuck the position. And fuck Younger.

“Be good to see him,” Davis says, and I grit my teeth. “He was a good trainer.”

“What do you know?” I snap, causing Davis to jerk his head up in surprise. “You didn’t even give a damn about anything that happened on the ranch back then.”

My brothers stare at me like I’ve lost it.

Davis’s eyes widen, and he gapes at me. “Wyatt—”

But I’m already rising from my chair and storming out of the Bullshit Box.

Outside, I scrub a hand down my face, breathe heavily. Over the mountains, the July sun sets.

Fuck. That email fucked me up. I lost it with my brothers, took it out on Davis because he fucking thinks he knows everything. He doesn’t. Not by a long shot.

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