Chapter 37

As I rode this trail along the ridge, hoping my luck was holding, I heard hoof beats behind me. The horse was running flat out. Jake turned and barked. I was worried a trail rider had gotten thrown by a runaway. Thank God I was on steady ol’ Buttercup.

“Wait up, David, wait!” It was Andy.

What the hell?

He reined in beside me, dismounted and pulled me from the saddle onto the ground. We rolled over and over. Jake and Annie licked our faces and barked. Buttercup merely sighed and dropped her head to graze. Humans,I imagined her saying. Andy’s mount had trotted a few yards away, but as soon as he saw Buttercup wasn’t upset by our antics, he followed suit and grazed, too.

“You aren’t gonna fuckin’ believe this, you are not going to fuckin’ believe this!”

“Wha—?” was all I managed to get out. Andy was on top of me, pinning my shoulders to the ground, grinding his hips into mine.

“Fuck, I love you!” he said before kissing me.

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