Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

“Sorry about him.” His voice was close to me now. My fluffy companion wagged his tail as his owner’s footsteps approached. “He’s got a thing for beautiful women.” My eyes snapped up, and yet another smile was pulled from me, but this one was directed at the man who was now less than two steps from me.

Oh Weston Ryder

“I hate to break it to you,” I said, “but a beautiful woman is always going to get stares. No matter what she’s driving.”

Swoon

Derail my day? I’d drive my truck off a cliff if it meant that I got a few moments alone with her, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Is this what you were thinking about? When you couldn’t take your eyes off me in the kitchen, were you thinking about touching me?” I swallowed and nodded, unsure when I decided to admit that to him—or to myself. “I see you, Ada. I always see you, even when you won’t look at me.”

“You are earnest and talented, tenacious and funny.” I couldn’t have looked away from him if I’d tried. His green eyes gripped me and wouldn’t let go. “I would never insult you by calling you something as generic as nice.”

Weston fuckin Ryder I am SCEAMING

But lately, she’d started crawling into bed with me a few nights a week when she was really beat, and I’d hold her in my arms and trace my fingers up and down her back until she fell asleep.

My heart

“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.” I rolled my eyes, trying to move them in a way that would stop the tears from falling. “I would rather have the moon anyway.”

I scoffed at him then. Acting like he was being ridiculous was my only defense mechanism. “I’m the moon?” I asked sarcastically.

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