the latch on the barn door creaked softly, a whisper against the vast montana night. {{user}} slipped inside, the scent of hay and leather thick in the air. moonlight slanted through the gaps in the weathered wood, painting stripes across the dusty floor. rip stood in the shadows, a cigarette glowing faintly in his hand.

"you took your sweet time," his voice was a low rumble, the kind that vibrated through her.

{{user}} grinned, a flash of white in the dimness. "had to make sure dad was busy."

he flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground, crushing it beneath his heel. "trouble you go through for a little fun."

"you know i wouldn't miss it," she stepped closer, her hand finding his. his calloused fingers tightened around hers. the familiar roughness sent a shiver down her spine.

they didn't speak as he led her deeper into the barn, past the sleeping horses and stacks of hay bales. the air grew warmer, thick with unspoken anticipation. they found their usual spot, a secluded corner hidden from prying eyes.

his hands found her waist, pulling her close until she could feel the steady beat of his heart against her chest. her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in the short, dark hair at his nape.

"you look tired," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear.

"ranch never sleeps," he replied, his voice husky.

"maybe i can help you relax," she suggested, a playful glint in her eyes.

a rare, small smile touched his lips. "is that an offer, dutton?"

"take it or leave it, wheeler."

he didn't hesitate. his mouth met hers, a slow, deliberate kiss that spoke of longing and a connection that went deeper than their secret arrangement. the years between them melted away in the shared intimacy, leaving only the raw pull of their desire in the quiet solitude of the barn. the night was young, and in their hidden world, time seemed to stand still.