Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

wondered what it might be like to be not just liked but loved.

“Is there a reason it has to be about where you can go instead of where you are?”

You are, without a doubt, the most brilliant and purposeful woman that I’ve ever met, and I would be the stupidest man alive if I let something as stupid and surmountable as distance take you away from me.”

“You say you’re not nice, or warm, or bright, or any of these other stupid fucking words that people use to describe the sun, but I never asked you to be the sun.”

“You’re the moon,” he said. “And I’m the tides. You pull me in without even trying, and I come to you willingly. I always will.”