“One night,” River whispered, looking first into Tai’s gaze then into Seth’s.
Seth’s lips parted in surprise, and his eyes seemed to darken with desire. Even in the lamplight outside the tent, she could see the slight differentiation in his irises, one a darker amber than the other. It was just one of the many facets that made him interesting. She looked back to Tai, noticing the scar that bisected the outside of edge of his right eyebrow. He’d told her he’d gotten it in a fight with a cow and a barbed-wire fence.
“One…night…what?” Tai asked, hope lighting his eyes. Seth’s hand tightened on her calf.
“Exactly what you think,” she said with a small smile, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. She was always self-assured and confident, but this was Seth and Tai. God knew they’d been after this for as long as she’d been in Daly.
“Jesus…” Seth breathed. “Thank you, Jesus.”