Page 67 of Make Me Yours

“Deal.”

Later, as the sky blushed pink over the hills, we rolled down the drive, her arms snug around my waist, her laughter caught in the wind.

The music from the cabin faded behind us, replaced by the engine’s roar and the rhythm of the open road.

For a second, I glanced in the mirror.

And there she was—Monique—standing under the oak at the edge of the yard, her hand lifted in a slow wave. The breeze caught the edge of her shawl, turning it into a shimmer of color before she disappeared behind the tree line.

I blinked, leaned forward, and the reflection was empty. Just the sunset and the dust curling behind us.

Emma squeezed my waist. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, the corner of my mouth lifting. “Just thinking maybe Lady Luck showed up in Lovelace again.”

“Then let’s hope she sticks around,” she said against my back.

“Yeah,” I murmured, opening up the throttle. “Me too.”

The wind roared, and the road stretched out before us.

Every cowboy gets his turn. Maybe mine was just getting started.