As we rode up to the ranch house, the sun's warm rays cast a golden glow over the property, illuminating the rolling hills and green pastures. The scent of fresh grass and earthy soil filled the air, mingling with the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.
Scott and I dismounted our horses, and he gave me a hand down, his touch sending a spark through me. We led the horses to the stable, the smell of hay and leather enveloping us, and the soft murmur of the horses' snorts and neighs filling the air, then he drew me into a soft kiss.
Inside the house, Mark was lounging on the couch in the den, watching TV, his eyes fixed on the screen with a mixture of fascination and boredom.
"Mark, we're home." Scott said, his voice booming through the room.
Mark's gaze met mine, and we exchanged a bittersweet smile. It had been a while since we'd spoken, and the distance between us was evident.
