Lost Rider(111)

I was lost once. A rider without the ability to do what he loved. I came home even though it was the last place I thought I wanted to be, and in the process not only did I find myself again, but I also found that my reason for livin’ didn’t have shit to do with ridin’.

No . . . ridin’ doesn’t define me anymore. Not when I’ve got the love of the woman made for me. She gave me me back, and in the process, I gained everything.

Leigh rustles against me. “Should we get going, baby?” she murmurs, half asleep.

I just tuck her tighter into me and kiss that sweet forehead for all I’m worth. “Baby, we aren’t going anywhere. We’ve got all the time in the world.”