Chapter 276: Untamed
Of course, Clyde couldn’t just stay in the condo and let Micah run wild without him. The longer he stayed behind, the more his chest tightened, the more his thoughts wandered dangerously. After pacing for a few minutes, he snapped.
"Come on. We’re going," he said flatly.
"Damn!"
"Yes! Suckers! I won!"
"If you stayed one minute more! Ahh..."
Three voices answered at once. Clyde’s grim look cut them off immediately. If looks could kill, the trio would have been ground to dust on the spot.
Mason, Dylon, and Lin Heye dropped their heads sheepishly and followed him silently.
Clyde dragged those three useless friends to the horse range.
When they arrived, Clyde’s breath hitched.
There, across the sunlit field, was Micah, sitting gracefully atop Onyx. Wind swept through his silver hair as he rode freely, the strands catching golden sunlight like silk. He wore sleek black riding pants that hugged his slim legs, and tall boots completed the look. His crisp white riding shirt, partially unbuttoned at the top, clung lightly to his frame, tucked neatly into his belt. His entire attire looked sharp and elegant yet effortlessly wild.
He was radiant, laughing as Onyx picked up speed and galloped toward the wooden fence. Behind him, there was Dean, chasing him.
The way Micah moved with the horse, confident and fluid, then throwing teasing remarks at Dean, made Clyde’s jaw tighten.