Chapter Thirteen
As the midday sun rose higher in the sky, Scout wondered if she'd miscalculated. Sweat trickled down the back collar of her shirt. It was instantly cooled by the steady exhale that beat out a sure rhythm.
Linc's breath.
The man surrounded her. The hard muscles at the front of his body pressed flush up against the soft curves of her back. Though she faced forward, she smelled the earthy musk of him. It was doing things to her brain, like making her wonder what his lips would taste like. It was doing things to her body, like making her tummy grumble with want.
Lizzie trotted along under the weight of the two of them. Scout held the reins in her hands, but she was no longer certain that she was the one in control. The sound of the horse's hooves beat in time with Linc's h
