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a pike, love. I wouldn’t go around asking them if they want to ride horses with you. After what you did to their faces? Yeah, not going to happen.”
    Their faces? I never did anything to Bullock’s face. What does he think I did to him in this version? Talk about a Twilight Zone experience. “What about you guys? Do you want to go riding with us?” Maybe if I can get them to the Cabin, they’ll revert to their old ways, or it will have something there that will fix them. It didn’t for me, but they’ve been going there longer.
    “Hanson’s your new boy toy, isn’t he? Using him to try and make the tool jealous, huh? He does look like fun. A ménage á trios would be hot.”
    Heat travels all the way up from my toes into my face. What kind of girl am I in his mind? I’ve hardly Frenched kissed Maverick let alone do anything more than that! I manage to get out of his arms without making it seem too strange. “No, none of that will be happening. We’re honestly going to ride horses. Do you guys want to come with us or not?”
    He stretches and pushes his long black hair out of his eyes. Their amber heat stare at me for a long second before he sighs. “We can’t. We,” he motions to Amr and Horace. “Have a project due of World Economics, and it’s kicking our asses. Have to keep up our GPAs and all that shit.”
    “Okay. I’ll see you later then. Good luck with your project.”
    “Good luck with your new boy toy. I hope you decided to share soon.”

Cabin Bound

    M averick and I are out of the school and to the stable faster than if our behinds were on fire and forcing us along. Both of us know that we need to get down to the bottom of what’s going on. The protection of the Cabin will provide us with the privacy we need in order to discuss what’s going on, and how we can fix it.
    The servant comes out with a brown horse with a white face. It’s not my MaryAnn. “I’m sorry to be a bother, but that’s not my horse.”
    The servant frowns slightly. “This is the horse you brought with you when you entered the school, Miss. You do not own any other horse. His name is Cyrus.”
    Why did they think it was necessary to give me a new horse? To test my reaction? I hope not, or else I failed miserably. “Oh, right. Of course. My mistake, not yours. Thank you.” I take the lead of the horse and the servant bows to me before leaving Maverick and I.
    We look to each other. We’re almost in the clear. We just have to make it to the Cabin in one piece. “Do you need help getting on your horse? He’s bigger than your last one.”
    I smile. I could probably get up on him myself, but the idea of Maverick helping is tempting. I wish we could be like a normal couple. We’re older now, we could really date, see the world. If we want to. “I could use some help.” I bite my lip.
    He grins. He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips. I look up into his ocean-blue eyes. Leaning over, he kisses me. Why can’t every second of the day be like this moment? I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He lifts me up and breaks the kiss as he places me on the horses. I turn my body and lift my leg over the saddle.
    “We need to get going, so we can talk,” he says. “I could kiss you all day long and never tire of it. Just know that.”
    “I feel the same way.”
    He gets on his palomino horse, and we turn toward the forests on the edge of the land. “You don’t have your P.A. right?”
    He shakes his head. “You?”
    “Safely in my dorm.”
    “Good. Want to race?”
    “Of course. You know I’ll win. I always do.”

One Night

    I n the blink of an eye, we’re at the Cabin. We raced the entire way. Our horses seemed to enjoy it; they easily made it through the forest at top speed.
    We tie up the horse and go to the Cabin’s door. Maverick stops before opening the door. Hanging on the handle is a necklace. The Gypsy necklace! He lifts it off the handle and places it around my neck. I hold