Done and Dusted (Rebel Blue Ranch, #1)

by Lyla Sage

She just fed me cheese and Diet Coke and let me sulk on her couch for a few hours.

I tripped over my boots and ran into something hard. A chest. A man’s chest. The man chest. I looked up at its owner, who had a shit-eating smirk on his face. It was him. Luke Brooks.

His hands felt rough against my skin, and I hated the small thrill that went through me at his touch.

“Glad to see your tongue is still sharp as ever, sugar.” The way he said “sugar” was almost demeaning.

I watched her swallow. The way her throat worked made me want to grab her by it and pull her lips to mine.

Blank stare or not, I could drown in his deep-brown eyes.

“Anything, sugar.”

And don’t even get me started on the fucking backward baseball cap he was sporting today. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

“Good morning,” he drawled. I used to hate his mountain drawl, but now I wanted to wrap myself up in it.