Chapter 18
When they parted Sunday afternoon, Tommy stood on the steps in front of the Wildhorse, Lila on the riser above him, neither willing to let the other go. Tommy’s arms felt sure around Lila’s waist, as if they belonged there. Lila rested his cheek on the top of Tommy’s hatless head, heated by the sun. He held onto Tommy’s upper arms, unsure whether he held the cowboy back or kept him close. The moment between them stretched out like the rest of the afternoon had, lazy, comfortable, indeterminable. As much as Lila didn’t want it to end, he knew it wouldn’t last forever.
Kissing Tommy’s forehead, Lila murmured, “You should go.”
“I’ll not see you the rest of this week.” Tommy’s grip tightened around Lila’s waist as if in fear. “Friday seems a lifetime away.”
With another kiss, Li
