IT DIDN’T take very long for me to realize that riding with Knox was a terrible idea. Having his back against my chest, and my legs around him, it was too physical for my liking. I knew that Knox wouldn’t do anything that was against my wishes. That much I could tell from him. He didn’t strike me as someone who would ever do something like that.
But my experience with Rhys made me so untrusting towards any men that it was killing me from the inside that I had to be so close to one.
Flint, on the other hand, looked like she couldn’t care less about anything. She was overjoyed with the big beast of a black stallion that she was on. She needed to get a push from Knox to get up there, but once she was on top of it, she was a natural. And anyone could tell that the stallion instantly liked he
