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Which only made it worse that I couldn’t quite get a read on Sully to tell if he knew anything. He wasn’t throwing off any obvious signs that he was pissed or disappointed, two things he’d absolutely be feeling if it came to light Wilder and I fooled around.

So, what was with the sudden rendezvous?

I got my answer the second we rounded the corner toward the stables.

Bile leaked into my gut the moment I realized he was taking me back to the office, back to the scene of the crime where Wilder and I had given in to what we’d been trying not to for months.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Some things were never fair. I finally got the guy I’d been lusting after for months to pay attention to me and now I was going to get canned over it.

What kind of ironic, cosmic joke was that?

The universe really had it out for me.

“It’s just in here,” Sully said, pulling one of the doors across the track to open it.

I sighed, not bothering to hide my frustration anymore.

If this was about to be my final walk, my last proverbial ride off into the sunset as a Boone Ranch employee, then fuck it. I’d hold my head high and go out with my pride intact. I’d own up to what was probably the wild mess we’d left behind in that office. If Sully wanted an explanation, well, I’d tell him right to his face that he could thank the owner of this property for making me come so hard I nearly saw fucking stars.

A little crude, maybe, but what else did I have to lose?

I wasn’t about to be shamed into feeling bad about it.

We were both grown adults. I’d wanted him, he’d wanted me. The math did itself.

We walked down the midway, passing by the dozens of empty stalls that lined either side. At the very end of it, I spotted a familiar figure that made the pit in my stomach clench harder.

Wilder.

So, we’d both be facing the music together.

I supposed it was just as well. It did take two to tango, after all. If this was to be my reckoning, at least I wouldn’t have to face it alone.

“Oh…” Wilder’s shoulders seemed to relax the second he turned to the sound of our footsteps. “You did find him.”

“I did.” Sully rested both hands on his hips as he stopped. “Right where you thought he’d be.”

My gaze darted between them.

Wilder slowly rolled his attention over to me. “This is going to sound like an interrogation but I need you to be as honest as possible. Okay?”

Oh, Jesus.

Was he actually about to pull some good cop, bad cop routine with Sully to force a confession out of me?

I barely held back a scoff, crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

I got dragged out here, cornered like a suspect, and now I was about to get grilled by the both of them like some kid caught sneaking out past curfew.

Fucking unbelievable...

Sure, maybe Sully couldn’t exactly fire Wilder like he could me, but why the hell was I the only one getting put on the chopping block for this?

How was that fair?