The ride back to the ranch stretched lazily across the sun-dappled fields, the horses’ hooves crunching against the gravel road. Isobel rode slightly ahead, her ponytail swinging as she laughed at something John had said. Ryder’s jaw tightened, each chuckle she shared with John sending a flare of fire through his chest.
“Isobel,” John called, his voice casual, “how about grabbing dinner once we get back? My treat.”
Isobel glanced back, a polite, almost shy smile tugging at her lips. “Sure, that sounds nice,” she replied.
Ryder’s horse shied slightly, matching the surge of heat rolling through him. He clenched the reins so tightly the leather creaked. He opened his mouth, ready to let loose, to roar at John and stake his claim—but Wren, riding beside him, nudged him with a practiced ease
