Page 141 of Ride the Sky

My mouth twitches. “Not so bad yourself.”

He spins me again. The music’s a spell, and I let it take me under. Let it show me what my body, my heart, can do. I came back from hell and survived. I came home and survived. Maybe I can start a new life and survive.

When the cowboy releases me into a spin, I meet Wyatt’s gaze.

My lips curl into a smile.

Wyatt Montgomery is as handsome as he is furious.

He’s rising from the booth, fists clenched, to storm across the floor. Boots, bottles, floorboards rattle.

By the time the cowboy spins me back into his arms, there’s motion in my periphery.

“Move.”

We come to a halt on the dance floor. A new song fills the air. A slow Travis Tritt tune.

Wyatt stands in front of us. “You’re done now,” he growls. “You proved your point.”

I arch a brow. A slow blush rises to my cheeks. “Excuse me? I’m busy.”

His face is stone. “You ain’t busy. Not with him.”

I shouldn’t want to curl up and purr at his words, but I do.

The cowboy scoffs at Wyatt. “Find someone else. This one’s mine.”

I bristle at the words but force myself to stay calm, stay neutral.

Wyatt whips his head to the man, his eyes burning with violence. “What did you say?”

The cowboy throws him a mocking smile. “I said she’s mine.”

Wyatt takes a step forward, says coolly, “I’m from the south. When I saywhat did you sayI’m not askin’ you to repeat, I’m askin’ if you’re good with Jesus, because you ’bout to meet him.”

“We’re just dancing,” the cowboy mutters, but the fight’s gone out of him.

“You’re dancin’ with my wife.” The words are a low growl in Wyatt’s throat. They crack through the bar, causing a ripple of commotion, knocking the breath from my lungs. I’m pretty sure my jaw has dropped.

Everyone’s jaws have dropped.

The bar shifts from eager for a fight to stunned. They know we’re married. Everyone in town knows.

I can’t stop it. The way my heart blooms in my chest.

Wyatt’s claimed me. In front of everyone. It’s the hottest thing in existence.

“Wife?” The cowboy lets me go and takes a step backward. “No problem, man.” He gives me a look. “Good luck with this one.”

I smirk, watching as he nearly trips over his own feet to get away from us. Then I turn to Wyatt. I make my face placid, icy. “Jealous?”

His jaw tightens. “Goddamn right I’m jealous. I wanted to rip his fucking throat out.”

I bite my lip. Wyatt Montgomery is incredibly sexy when he’s possessive.

His hand braces my waist, and I arch into his touch. “Outside,” he orders roughly.

“Make me,” I say, tilting my chin up.

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