She rode bareback, sitting on nothing but a brightly colored woven blanket. Her tanned legs were bare, grasping on to that lucky son- of-a-bitchin horse. The signature doe-soft, leather dress she wore was pink this time—the softest baby pink, the same pink as her pussy. He hung back just to enjoy the view. Barry Felts had been prepared. He knew Skye liked to ride and she loved to shoot, a bow and arrow, that is. Noah had hunted deer with a bow, but whether or not he was in the same league with Skye was doubtful. That didn’t matter. He found her totally sexy and a joy to be around. Was he falling in love with her? Or was it a heart-felt reaction based on the emotional setbacks he’d experienced. He didn’t know and right now, he didn’t care. At this moment there was no one on the face of the earth he’d rather be with—unless it was Aron. God! He shook his head, trying to dispel the grief which wracked his soul every time his brother crossed his mind. “Come on, slow-poke,”
