Taming Rafe (34 page)

Slowly, she climbed over him, lying alongside his back, her head on his neck. Tangling her hands into his mane, she closed her eyes, breathing in his smell, remembering the hours, probably collective years she’d seated herself across his back, trusting him. Talking to him as his ears cocked back, listening.

“Take me with you,” she whispered. She turned her head into his neck, letting the sobs rack her body. “Please, Sunny, take me with you.”