“I’d wait a lifetime for you, Hads. But by the way you were grinding on my dick, I can happily assume that there’s at least a mutual attraction.”

My eyes widen, and he smirks.

“Yeah, but I’ve always found you handsome. I just hadn’t realized there was an underlying physical attraction until you kissed me.”

“And you feel the same about Knox too,” he states without question.

I wince, the guilt of this situation lying heavily on my chest. Instead of speaking, I nod.

“Has he told you how he feels?” he asks.

I swallow hard. “He hasn’t said anything…beyond the physical stuff, at least. This is why I’m so confused.”

He looks at me with no judgment or anger and just listens. If I could just release the hold Knox had on me, I’d be ready to run into Kane’s arms and never let go.

CHAPTER SEVEN

KNOX

Before I’ve even finished my shift, four people text me about seeing Hadleigh and Kane at the B&B. I haven’t responded to any of them because I don’t fucking care.

Them eating together is nothing new. Now, having Hadleigh on her knees looking up at me with my dick down her throat, that’s new, but it’s something I don’t see happening with Kane. When we arrived at her place after our date, she was all over me like something wild had unleashed inside her. I could barely tame it.

Hadleigh Callaway has perfected the sweet and innocent disguise, but I knew there was more to her as soon as she slammed her lips to mine.

Something she was eager to show me.

It’s the only reason I’m driving around at nearly midnight to see if her Jeep is still at his house. And when I find that it is, I clench my jaw and rev my engine, knowing he’s probably trying to sweet-talk his way into her panties.

I head to the facility where my parents and Kaitlyn train horses. The boarding stables are right next door, and I like to stop in to see them when I have time.

Right now, I need to keep my mind occupied before I do something I’ll regret—like barging into Kane’s house and tearing his lips off hers.

“Hey, Sailor. How are ya, buddy?” I greet the brown-and-white spotted Appaloosa.

Once I grab a few supplies from the tack room, I put a halter over his head, then attach the lead rope. “C’mon, let’s go.”

I guide him to the grooming area and clip him in place. He huffs and stomps a hoof.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” I let him smell the bristles of the brush before starting on his neck.