“I think somebody’s got a visitor,” Cody said, pulling Clay’s attention away from the trembling colt.
“What?”
He glanced up, and saw Paige’s unmistakable figure approaching the corral. The colt shifted its weight and neighed, tossing his fiery red mane. The saddle Clay was trying to ease onto the colt’s back slipped in his fingers. It was difficult to concentrate. It had been difficult to concentrate since he kissed Paige, and realized he desperately wanted to do more than kiss her. His head was a tumult of desire and guilt and confusion and need until he didn’t know where one emotion began and the other ended. It all just threaded around him, pulling tighter and tighter.
Clay had spent the last three days avoiding Paige. He left the house hours before she woke up, he found jobs and cho
