A strong hand came to rest on my thigh, the stubble at his chin brushing the top of my ear as he leaned forward and said, “You need to relax. You’re spooking Nightshade.” His breath so close to me sent goosebumps along my neck and down my arm. I swallowed, willing my legs to relax around the stallion. The tight coils unwound slowly, and my back pressed into Leo’s solid chest as Nightshade stepped into a dip in the road.
