Aaron stayed right where he was and just looked up at Sam with a mix of laziness, arrogance and challenge. “Crutches or not, it hurts too much to move,” he countered. He leaned back against the wall and kept his leg stretched out. “Maybe if you just walk away, no one will notice and I can make a break for it.”
His eyes met hers and his lips curled into half a grin. “Otherwise I guess you’ll just have to sit and wait til I’m ready to move.”
Though he tried to ignore it, it was impossible for Dylan not to notice Ashlee’s arms around him as they rode, and he could feel her keeping herself close. He just concentrated on controlling Sharpshooter until they were closer to the ranch yard again, and finally slowed back down to a walk.
As they neared the ranch and started through the back pasture, he reached back and set a firm hand on her knee, warning her not to dismount. “If they get mad, they get mad. I’m not letting you walk back.”
At the barn, Eric had just grabbed hold of Moonbeam who had wandered in all by herself. Worry coursed through his veins. What had happened? Had Ashlee been thrown? Was he okay? Where were they? Where
His eyes met hers and his lips curled into half a grin. “Otherwise I guess you’ll just have to sit and wait til I’m ready to move.”
Though he tried to ignore it, it was impossible for Dylan not to notice Ashlee’s arms around him as they rode, and he could feel her keeping herself close. He just concentrated on controlling Sharpshooter until they were closer to the ranch yard again, and finally slowed back down to a walk.
As they neared the ranch and started through the back pasture, he reached back and set a firm hand on her knee, warning her not to dismount. “If they get mad, they get mad. I’m not letting you walk back.”
At the barn, Eric had just grabbed hold of Moonbeam who had wandered in all by herself. Worry coursed through his veins. What had happened? Had Ashlee been thrown? Was he okay? Where were they? Where
Seeing Eric riding towards them, Dylan sighed. “I think it’s Eric...” Only when he neared did Dylan pull Sharpshooter to a stop to meet him. “I see Moonbeam made it back,” he mused.
“Uh...yeah.” Eric lifted an eyebrow and looked around Dylan at Ashlee. “What happened? Had me worried there for a minute.”
Dylan shook his head. “Sorry. It was my fault. We stopped at the creek and I wasn’t paying enough attention. She got spooked and took off, but Ashlee’s fine.”
“Mm.” Eric was still trying to calm his racing pulse. “Glad you’re both alright. Come on.” There was little point in juggling horses, so he simply stayed on Moonbeam and turned her around to ride back to the barn.
Dylan fell in behind him with Sharpshooter, glad that at least so far, nothing had been made into a big deal.
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