Sunday morning fifteen minutes early. Even though it had been years since she had ridden, it wasn’t the horses making her jumpy. Mack made her feel things she wasn’t sure she was ready to feel.When she told him she had kissed Ryker, she assumed he would flip out. Any one of her previous boyfriends would have flown off the handle at the mere suggestion of impropriety with another man, but instead he had laughed it off. Then his reaction to Ryker’s affectionate teasing and manhandling of her person had chipped away another layer of her beliefs. She didn’t think he was a cuckold. He certainly didn’t seem the type of man to get off on watching his girl be used by other men, and yet he didn’t react normally to the obvious interest his brother had in her. Trying to wrap her brain around him and Ryker was driving her mad.A smile broke over her face when the ranch house came into view, and she spotted Mack’s broad back next to the barn with two saddled horses ready and waiting. She appreciated his punctuality, and she said so as she climbed out of her car.His dimples appeared and his blonde curls flashed under the morning sun as he swaggered over to her.
