“I will never, for as long as I live, forget the look on your face when Ginger started to trot.” Oliver was grinning wide, all teeth and sparkle. “I swear to God I thought you were going to bounce right out of the saddle. Your eyes were as big as silver dollars.”
Boyd snorted. “That’s because my balls were trying to climb back inside my body.” They reached the car and Boyd took his jacket back. “No wonder cowboys walk like they’ve busted something.”
“English riding, dude.” Oliver walked to the passenger side and waited for Boyd to open the doors. “It’s the only way to go.”
Boyd frowned and flipped his jacket over, turning his attention from one pocket to the next. He held the jacket by the collar and once again tried the right pocket when he came up empty. The keys had been there; they
