Beau dusted off Vin’s back, removing layers of chaff and hay. “You look like you decided to take the whole haystack with you,” he said. Vin winced a few times as the motion aggravated the hundreds of tiny cuts and abrasions from their enthusiastic romp.
Vin shook out his shirt. “Oh, and now this is all my fault?”
“Sorry,” Beau said. “I forget sometimes just how lily-white and soft your skin is.” He stroked a hand lovingly down Vin’s cheek. “You should get outdoors more often.”
“If this is going to be how we’ll spend our bucolic outings, I agree,” Vin said. He leaned in for a kiss and his lips had barely touched down on Beau’s before he was ripped away.
Someone grabbed him and swung him, hard, against the wooden walls of the barn. Blows rained down on him. Vin jerked his arms up to prot
