MARION

“Let’s head back inside, Wildfire. The sun’s already set.” I swung down from my black stallion, boots landing softly against the grass. The cool evening air brushed over us, the horizon fading into purples and grays. I turned, reaching up toward her.

“Come on,” I said, my voice low but certain.

She slid one leg over her mare, and for a moment, her body shifted into my hands. I gripped her waist, steadying her as she descended. Her weight pressed into me before she found her ...