Page 120 of Wildest Forever

“You live everyday... you only die once.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, tears threaten to spill over her tear line, but she manages to hold them back.

“I have never thought about it that way...”

I nod softly, tilting the rim of my cowboy hat towards her.

“Now, what are we doing cowgirl?”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

MORGAN

Not that I wanted to ask for his help, but I was so grateful that Pacey offered. I would have been working well into the evening if I didn't have him with me.

But, we got it all done.

Riding in silence back to the ranch, I can't help but steal a glance at him every now and then. He looks so perfect sitting on the back of his horse, like that's where he belongs.

He looks so free. Shoulders sat back a little more, his body moving softly, like he is one with the horse. A small smile slips onto his lips as he looks towards where his ranch sits, tucked behind the mountains. My eyes fall to his mouth, and I am desperate to have his lips back on mine, but this time I want him toreallykiss me. A small laugh catches at the back of my throat at his little moustache that he is growing. Since I have known him, he has always had a light dusting of stubble, he caught my eye the first time I met him, but with his moustache, I don't know, it takes him to a solid one hundred.

How could I be obsessed with a man I haven’t known for long, how could I be obsessed with a man when I have no idea how I should be feeling.

Sure, I've had crushes, but nothing like this.

This blows anything I once felt for any man out of the water.

Every one of my nerve endings singed as I imagined what it would be like when we finally crossed the line.

We were married.

I found myself thinking about how it would feel, what he would do.

“You good?” he finds me staring at him and I laugh it off, cheeks blushing at being caught.

“Yeah,” I rush the word off my tongue as if it burned.

“Sure?” he asks.

“Sure,” I swallow, tightening my grip on Barley’s reins and kicking her on, a slow canter and I can't help the giggle that leaves me. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Pacey kicks on his horse, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth before making a loud noise as he canters behind me. Facing forward, I push my hands up her neck and lift my ass out of the seat.

“You won't beat me wife,” he calls out and a smug smirk spreads across my lips. He knew I was going to beat him, but he still gave it a good go, bless him.

Slowing when I get to the paddock gate, my chest is rising and falling as I cast a look over my shoulder at him. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, eyes wild as they sweep over me and I blush, internally grateful that I have my hat to shield my cheeks.

“Told ya,” I wink then unhook the gate, pushing Barley forward as I walk towards the stalls, Pacey follows me and I can hear the soft laugh that vibrates through him.

Comfortable silence consumes us and as much as we were working, I have loved having him with me today.

Swinging my leg over the back of my horse, I jump down and lead her to her stall and finish untacking her in there. Pacey walks past and I don't miss the fire that simmers inside his beautiful whiskey eyes as he looks at me.

He walks into the stall next to me and he begins whistling a soft tune, I recognize it but can't quite put my finger on it.

Placing her saddle on the side, I hook her bridal over as I fill her hay bag then slip out, saddle on my forearm, bridal thrown over my shoulder as I walk towards the small tack room.

I'm not in there alone long when I hear the sound of his boots scuffing across the concrete floor.

Inhaling heavily as I lift the saddle onto its stand, then hang the bridal on its hook.

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