Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

At his core, Weston Ryder was gentle, and I thought that was the best thing that a man could be.

“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.”