Chapter 21

“Hey, you. How’s my girl?” he murmured. She nuzzled him in return and Wade grinned. “You’re itching to get out of here, too, aren’t you?”

As if she understood, she nodded again.

“All right. Let me get you ready.” Even though he spoke quietly, Wade’s deep voice resonated in the massive barn, carrying to Lance. Wade made his way to the small area where the tack hung. By the time he’d removed everything he needed and started back, Lance had reached the stall

Wade’s golden brown eyes widened in surprise. “Lance? What’s going on?”

Lance’s gut flipped at the sight of Wade. He couldn’t help letting his gaze travel down the man’s body. He wore a dark jacket over a gray Henley, tucked into his painted-on jeans, and God, the way that denim hugged his thighs made Lance’s mouth water. A day’s worth of stubble shadowed his face and damned if he didn’t stand there and flick his tongue across his lower lip as Lance watched. Lance swallowed hard and finally met his gaze.