I felt so much better when I got back on the horse that I regretted not asking if we could stop to rest sooner.
I would never have considered telling Walker that I was feeling uncomfortable, or asking him if he could do something that might make me feel better, but he had noticed my discomfort and done everything he could to make sure I was feeling better by the time we had to leave again.
I leaned back against him, and I was rewarded by his hands on my stomach and his heart beating against my back.
He was clearly still tired, but he was actually relaxed behind me rather than tense or concerned, and it meant that it felt like a pleasant journey as we continued rather than a stressful escape from hostile territory.
I had almost forgotten that part.
“We’ll be home soon enough,” he held
