Denver tied his horse to the porch, and the beast didn’t mind. He was munching on the flower bed, living his best life. A hand wrapped around my arm again, and then my bags were lifted. He opened the front door of the house that I just said goodbye to and tossed my bags back on the floor. His eyes found mine and I sucked in a breath. Then my back was against the door, his body against mine, my face was in his hands.
