It seemed as if they’d been riding for hours when Kit finally pulled the horse off the lonely road, and said, “We’ll spend the night here.”
The two men worked together making a fire, one gathering twigs and leaves, and the other laying out saddles and blankets. By the time they had the campsite as comfortable as they could get it, Kit got up from the fire and began walking over to his own pallet where his gaze fell to Johnny’s muscled frame, causing a heat to begin growing in him. Even though Johnny looked good to him, he didn’t dare approach him after all the things that they’d said to each other earlier.
And then Johnny looked up at him.
Even though there was a slight chill in the air, Kit felt himself sweating. Suddenly nervous. All virgin-like. Untouched and innocent. It was wrong.
