accepted that I have to share you.”
“But it makes you unhappy.”
“Yes,” she admitted, “but I can deal with that. What I can’t deal with is having you making promises you can’t possibly keep.”
Kincaid cupped her face in his hands. “Look at me, Jess. I don’t want that other life anymore. What I want, what I need , is so be with you.”
“You say that now, but…”
“And I’ll be saying it a month from now, a year from now, ten years from now.”
Jessie drew in a shuddering breath. “You don’t know how much I want to believe that.”
“Believe it,” he whispered, slanting his mouth across hers.
Mitch poured his heart out in a slow, tender kiss, willing Jessie to feel the depth of his emotions for her. The knowledge that she didn’t trust him not to leave cut deep, but he reminded himself it was Adam who had planted those doubts in her head, not him. She had no reason to believe he wouldn’t do exactly as his brother had, but Mitch was determined to prove it to her. One day at a time.
***
Jessie leaned forward, coaxing Serina into a dead run. Behind her, Kincaid was doing his best to get Diablo to catch up , but for some reason his horse seemed to be a little out of sorts today. Maybe she should have Hank take a look at the stallion and make sure there weren’t any health issues. Diablo had always been a handful, so much so that Jessie had debated on whether to keep him or not. Then Kincaid had come into her life and the horse had been as taken with the man as she was. No one but Kincaid had been able to ride the spirited horse since.
She reined Serina into a gallop then slowed her pace to a trot, concerned that Diablo hadn’t overtaken them. Jessie’s mare was fast, but she was no match for Kincaid ’s horse. She glanced back, certain she would find the pair of them not far behind, and was a little alarmed to discover they hadn’t even crested the last hill. Jessie turned Serina around, her eyes scanning the vast expanse of pasture land. Her brows drew together when she spotted them atop a hill that was a good thousand yards back where man and horse c o me to a stop.
What in the world was he up to? She watched curiously as he leaned over Diablo’s neck for several minutes, patting him now and then. Then Kincaid straightened up, dug his heels in, and they were off. Chu n ks of sod flew out behind Diablo as he thundered across the pasture. The wind whipped Kincaid ’s hair back as he hunkered down over the stallion’s neck, both of them glorious in their flight. Strong, muscular, handsome, wholly male; they were quite a pair. Jessie’s breath locked in her chest.
“My God,” she gasped, “I’m in love with him!”
For three years she’d given herself to Adam Kincaid . Three years of her life had been spent watching him leave and waiting for his return, and never in all that time had she felt anything but a strong affection for him and a longing for something more. No, that wasn’t true, she admitted to herself. She'd loved Kincaid in her own way, but never like this; never with such fire and passion, never with this consuming need to share every part of her life with him. But how did he feel?
***
Mitch was apprehensive as hell. Diablo had been giving him trouble the entire ride. Unfortunately for him, the horse was smart; he hadn’t been fooled for one minute. He knew Mitch wasn’t Adam , and his acceptance of this new rider was given grudgingly. It didn’t take Mitch long to realize how important it was for him to gain the horse’s trust.
Jessie might be able to overlook all the other bumbles he’d made,