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“A word, if I may.”Daniel pulled Easton and me aside after supper on the trek to Grandmama’s house. He flicked his gaze toward everyone. “Somewhere private.”
“Around here?” I snorted. “If you can handle the cold, I know a place.”
We wandered out to the pasture where my beautiful beast was trotting around like a pent-up bull.
“Hey, handsome. I thought you liked it here.” Ragnor puffed air out of his nostrils and eyed Easton and Daniel suspiciously. “Give me a minute,” I said to the two of them.
I climbed over the gate and landed inside the pasture with a thud.
“Mulaney . . .”
I put a hand on the metal gate, careful not to touch Easton. Rage didn’t particularly like it when I was close to anyone else. “I’m good.”
I walked over to my horse, who zigzagged around me, kicking up dirt as he went.
“You’re mad at me.”
He nudged me as he galloped past.
“Damn it, Mulaney.” Easton was halfway over the gate when Ragnor reared up.
“Stay out there.” I pointed toward Daniel, who was poised to take action, though what he thought he might do I didn’t know. Neither of them could stop my wild beast. Nobody could.
Rage buzzed me once more, barely tapping me as he went.
“He could kill you.” Easton’s attempt to control his tone and volume failed.
Ragnor charged toward them, stopping short when he got to the fence. He snorted a warning before taking off, running in a wide berth around the large pasture. I watched in wonder, knowing full well Easton was right. He could kill me, but he wouldn’t—we had trust in each other.
“If you don’t want to talk about what’s eating you in front of them, I’ll tell them to go away,” I called, motioning toward the guys.
Rage only ran harder.
“Is it girl trouble? ’Cause I can promise you, ain’t no woman worth getting this worked up over.”
Faster and faster he flew, and with each pass, his berth around me shrank. That same little spike of nerves when we drilled new ground for crude hit me, though the danger was different. With oil, generally only money could be lost. Standing in the center of a wild horse tornado was something else entirely. It was exhilarating, causing every molecule of stress to leave me. I knew it was temporary, but I’d take it.
Easton was perched on the fence and appeared ready to kill someone, namely me. His fists were wrapped around the gate, one foot on the rung, the other dangling, ready to hit the ground running if need be.
“You don’t have to impress me, handsome.” I kept my shoulders relaxed and my eyes on him as the distance between us grew smaller and smaller. “And you owe me a ride.”
Sometimes I forgot just how big my beast was; he was pure muscle.
“This can’t be because I got married.”
Ragnor made an abrupt turn, beelining straight toward me at a rapid clip.
“Mulaney!”
I kept my focus on the horse, Easton’s cry somewhere far in the distance. Big, dark eyes landed on me. Nothing had changed between my boy and me. Unbridled emotion reflected back at me. It wasn’t fury at the world. Rage felt too much and didn’t know what to do with it. Just like me.
He’s not going to stop.
He was going too fast, was too close. Yet I stood there.Trusting.
Those eyes glimmered. His gallop thundered in my chest.
He diverted just before he reached me, the wind whipping around as he passed, blowing my hair in my face.
