Page 137 of Ride the Sky

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I guess it is.”

Fallon shifts in the sheets, pulling me closer. “Do you feel that?” Her eyes search out mine in the dark. “Our heartbeats. They sync just like wild horses.”

No more words. I drop my lips to hers, a slow fire kindling between us. Our hearts beat as one. She trembles against me, the tattooed canvas of her hands framing my face.

And we fall asleep like that, just how I fell in love with her all those years ago.

Effortless.

Igrind my teeth at the pain, at the sharp snap of order, at the smug look on my physical therapist’s face.

My fingers tighten on the bars. “Fuck.Fuck.”

Cali Ehlers, a peppy woman with insane biceps and a beaming smile, evaluates my form. “One morefuckand you get a prize.” Her tone is neutral as always, no matter how many times I curse and growl.

A chuckle rumbles out in the quiet space of the Beartooth PT and Rehab center. In a corner chair, Wyatt watches. He throws me a half-smile so charming my throat tightens. He’s been meeting me for every session, racing from his job at the ranch to downtown Resurrection.

Forget the cowboy. Focus on the exercise.

Inhaling a breath, I focus. Then I swing my leg and pant my way through a grueling series of leg extensions and hip flexors.

“Fuck.” I collapse back against the wall and wipe sweat from my brow. My pulse pounds wildly in my throat. The weakness in my leg that was there when I first started PT has lessened. I feel stronger, steadier now than I was months ago.

Not weak. Never weak.

Cali smiles. “Done for today.”

I puff a lock of hair out of my face. “Thank god.”

“How’d she do?” Wyatt asks, coming to my side and pocketing his phone.

Cali gives me an assessing look. “Still grumpy, but she aced today.”

My body locks up as Wyatt’s big hands land on my shoulders. “My favorite animal is Fallon when she’s told she can’t do something.”

Amused, I tilt my head, looking up at him. “I don’t like it when you two gang up on me.”

Cali chuckles. “I think four more weeks of PT, and she’ll be ready to conquer the underworld.”

My eyes shoot to Wyatt’s, finding his blue-eyed gaze already on me. Like he’s read my mind.

Four weeks means divorce. It’s a countdown I thought I’d welcome, only now, it’s too close. Too looming.

Four weeks also means my ride. A ride I still haven’t told Wyatt about. Or anyone, for that matter. It’s a shitty, asshole thing to do. Especially when I told Wyatt I wouldn’t push him away. But I have to do this. I won’t be stopped. It feels unbelievable to be back on a horse again. But when I think of who did that for me—Wyatt—guilt hits and I feel like a lying, sneaky asshole.

Cali smiles. “You know what this means?”

I eye her suspiciously. “What?”

“You’re officially graduating from a walker to a cane.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Blinking, I look over at my walker. A strange choked-up emotion muscles its way into my throat. “So, now what?” I manage to ask.

“You limp that tight ass out of here and go grab a cane at your choice of medical supply store.” She shrugs. “Or we havesome at the hospital shop.” She reaches out to squeeze my arm. “Congratulations, Fallon. You deserve it.”

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