Page 26 of Ride the Sky

I shake my head, clear the emotion from my throat. “What’re you doing here?”

Mischief lights in Dakota’s dark-brown eyes. “We tracked you down.”

I snort. “Clearly.”

“You’re riding tomorrow,” Davis adds. He sticks his hands in his pockets. “Wanted to be here for it.”

Great. Just what my nerves need.

“Are you okay?” Dakota asks, holding me at arm’s length to evaluate me. “How are you?”

“I’m—” I break off, my train of thought sideswiped by a lone figure brooding in the distance.

I’m fucked.

Wyatt.

White T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest, he’s tall and scowling in his fawn-colored cowboy hat.

I hate how my heart tumbles. How my body reacts to both of us being in the same proximity.

He’s here.

I’m here.

The perfect match for combustion.

We lock eyes, his frosty blue gaze capturing mine. I tense at the electric current that passes between us. A spark.

A detonation.

He’s moving forward now, toward me, but before he can say anything, Ruby swoops in.

“Fallon,” she squeals and throws her arms around me. Another big pair of arms encircle us. Charlie.

“We’re pregnant,” Ruby gasps when she pulls away.

Joy spears through me. Then worry. My eyes drop to her stomach.

Charlie chuckles. “Our surrogate is.”

“Fuck. I’m so happy for you. ”Finally. Finally, Ruby is getting her baby.

I sock Charlie’s arm. “Way to move that sperm, big guy.”

Charlie blushes, and I smirk. I’ve never seen the grumpy cowboy looking remotely like sunshine, but today he’s close.

“Damn,” Ford says, stepping up for a hug. He squeezes my bicep. Squeezes again. “You’re jacked, cowgirl.”

My breath hitches when I get to Reese.

“It’s okay,” she says like she’s read my thoughts. She releases me from a flowery-perfumed hug. Her smile bright and beautiful. “Not another word about it.”

A wave of messy emotions almost capsizes me, but I force them back down. I don’t deserve them. Any of them. They’re here to support me when all I’ve done is abandon them.

“Figures you’d pick a place hotter than hell.” Warmth rolls through me at the sound of Wyatt’s deep, rough drawl.

I look left, and suddenly, Wyatt’s in my space. All around me. All I see.

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