Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1497

He looked up at the crazy guy. "Wyatt, did he hurt you?" Before the man could answer, Lowell scrambled to defend himself. "I didn't hurt him, he hurt me! I was just taking a video when he attacked me out of nowhere. I was only defending myself, not trying to fight him." He added, "And he's the one who pushed me down the hill! I wouldn't have fallen otherwise." Diana's brow furrowed, but he remained silent until the man, Wyatt, was beside him. "Wyatt, are you hurt?" The man shook his head and pointed at Lowell. "Bad man!" Lowell felt a surge of indignation. "Hey, what part of me looks like a bad guy?" "Hit! Hit!" Wyatt tried to lunge at Lowell again, but Diana stopped him. "Wyatt, go help me watch the sheep." The man was surprisingly obedient. After shooting Lowell a few more dirty looks, he trudged off to the flock. Lowell watched him go, wondering, *So that's the crazy guy who came back from the city? But... he looks nothing like the person in the photo!* "What are you doing here?" Diana asked, his brow still furrowed. Lowell snapped his attention back. "I came to find you. My boss, Evan, wanted to schedule a video call with you tomorrow, but you left before we could finish. I need to set a time and place with you." He added, "Plus, Evan wanted me to get some videos of you and Jove for him to see." Diana stared at him for a few seconds. "Where are you hurt?" "My ankle," Lowell said. "Is it serious?" "Not serious, I think it's just sprained." "Stand up and try to walk." Lowell got to his feet, but the moment he put weight on his foot, he hissed in pain. Diana frowned. "I'll take you to see a doctor. How did you get up here?" "I walked." Diana looked surprised. "You walked all the way up here?" "Yeah. The car couldn't make it, and I don't know how to ride a horse. It took forever." "...Alright, get on. I'll take you to the doctor." Lowell nodded eagerly. "Okay, okay!" Injured or not, he had no desire to walk back down that mountain. Lowell tried to swing his leg over the horse, but he couldn't get any power into it and failed to mount. He looked at Diana, embarrassed. "Uh, can you give me a hand?" Diana pursed his lips, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, but he helped pull him onto the horse. Diana sat in front, with Lowell behind him. "Hold on tight," Diana said before snapping the reins. "Giddy-up!" The big black stallion shot forward at a blistering pace. As a reflex, Lowell grabbed Diana's waist and held on for dear life. The next second, Diana pried his hands off and shoved him right off the horse. Lowell hit the ground with a muffled grunt. "!" Before he could get angry, he heard Diana roar, "What do you think you're doing?!" Lowell protested, "...You said to hold on tight!" Diana was furious. "Did I say to hold on to *me*?" "Well, where am I supposed to hold on?" Lowell asked innocently. "You..." Diana pulled hard on the reins, and the black horse reared up its front legs threateningly. Lowell was floored. He just put his arms around his waist, and the guy wanted his horse to trample him? Was he serious? It wasn't like he was trying to cop a feel! It's not like he was making a pass at him. Why was he acting like such a drama queen? So not manly. Seeing how genuinely angry Diana was, Lowell didn't dare say any of this out loud. After all, he wasn't here for fun; he had a mission. Diana was his key to getting close to the local community, and he couldn't afford to offend him.