Jesse’s steed picked its way through the tall grass of a small hill that overlooked the poorly lit town. As the horse began to graze, Jesse slid out of the saddle. With his hands on Ethan’s waist, he helped him down as well. Before Ethan could say a word, Jesse took his hand and led him down the gentle slope of the hill, just over the crest. Sinking to the damp grass, Jesse pulled Ethan down beside him, his arm encircling Ethan’s waist as the singer sat close beside him.
Ethan wrapped his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest as he stared down at Defiance. His hip rested against Jesse’s, and the slight touch seared through the outlaw like a cattle brand. When Jesse’s fingers brushed along Ethan’s cheek, he leaned into the touch and sighed.
Jesse’s voice was soft in the warm
