Chapter 92

“Don’t you fucking start as well!” Rory said, looking up at the horse.

After some more harsh words and gesticulating, first Rex then Shadow got the message and left him.

Rory did his best to stretch out flat on the ground in an effort to ease the pain in his leg.

He was cold, shivering, wet. And alone. He thought maybe he should call for help but a quick search of his pockets didn’t turn up his cell. Then he remembered, he’d left it charging in his and Zane’s room. He sighed and closed his eyes in defeat.

All the stupid talk of getting Rory pregnant, and then seeing Zane holding Anna. Was it leading up to Zane becoming a father and paring up with Tonya? Was it a sign? Hadn’t he been waiting for the other shoe or cowboy boot to drop? Well, it sure as shit had dropped now.

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Time seemed to slow. Rory opened his mouth, at least the rain allowed him to drink, soothe his dry throat. And the cold dulled the pain.

The rain was good. He liked rain. Wet. Cold.