Heather discreetly pinched herself to make sure what was happening was real. Her skin yelped in pain, and she flinched away from her self-inflicted injury. But it meant Levi’s hand in hers was real, made of flesh and bone.
It means his whispered words of “I love you, Heather,” were true, not just made of air and fantasy.
It meant she’d gotten her boyfriend back. She grinned as he said, “Should we go to dinner?”
“What about your horse?” She glanced over her shoulder toward where the stables and barns at the fairgrounds were shrinking behind them.
“Dwayne’ll get ‘im.” Levi’s fingers tightened on hers. “I was thinking I’d ride home with you.”
Warmth rose through Heather. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”
“And you’ll have to come stay with me again,” he said.
Alarm sang through her. “I don’t thi
