8
Bailey
“Thanks for letting me ride Nightshade,” I said to Blake.
He smiled and fetched a bucket of water from the hose. He’d told me all about how he grew up a city slicker and how Ryker and Tyla turned him into a cowboy. The stories of his undercover missions were amazing. Even though he wasn’t a shifter, he was one lethal human.
“He likes beautiful women riding him.”
Nightshade bumped me with his nose and I laughed. “I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
“Really? You look like a natural out there.”
“All right, Evans, no flirting with Ryker’s woman. He’ll skin you alive,” Tyla teased. Blake’s friend, Wyatt Erickson, walked in beside her. They’d been inseparable since we showed up. He was a good looking man, dressed in a pair of jeans, a polo shirt, with his light brown hair in messy
