“Do you need anything?” Wyatt asks. “Water? Food?” Emotions rising in my chest, I turn my face away, breaking our connection. “You’re being too nice to me. Like one of your hurt horses.” He pauses. “How do you want me to be?” “Mean. How we used to be. Honest.” “I’m always honest with you, Fallon.” “Then how’d I look? Up there on that bull?”
