“Come on,” Ryder said, and before he swung into the saddle, he pulled her close again, kissing her soft and tender, his smile breaking between them. “I love you, fiancée.”
Her smile mirrored his, radiant. “I love you too, fiancée.”
When she slid behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, Harley carried them home beneath a sky silvered by the moon. The cool breeze tangled through her hair, mingling with Ryder’s cologne, the scents of cedar, sweat, and horse—an intoxicating hymn of man and earth.
“What’re you thinkin’, darlin’?” Ryder asked, tilting his head as he pressed a kiss to her hand.
“A beautiful new future,” she said simply, her voice like a prayer breathed into his back. “Here. With you.”
He squeezed her hand, answer enough.
Back at the barn, he lifted her down as though
