““Why’d you run, Mouse?” “I have horses to ride tomorrow ... today and—” “Stop biting the inside of your cheeks and tell me the truth. Why’d you run?” Fuck. I so wasn’t ready for this conversation. He didn’t deserve to know that his voice lit me up like a firecracker, that staring up at him on stage undid me, and I couldn’t control the want inside me. Then Logan did something I hadn’t been prepared for. He snagged my hand, jerked me up against him, and caressed my hair. “I like the bed look. And the pink boxers ...” He trapped my hand behind my back. “Liking those too.””
