Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

Not fucking dimples. Those should be illegal. Or at least require some sort of warning before flashing them at people. Warning: Dimples may appear and cause panty-dropping.

Within a few seconds, “Move Bitch Get Out da Way” was pumping through my speakers. This was going to work. If they wouldn’t listen to me, they might listen to Ludacris.

Why did his dog have to be so cute? He shouldn’t get to have a cute dog and dimples.

I made a mental note to google “cowboy calendars” later, and tried to convince myself that Rebel Blue Ranch had awakened in me a thing for cowboys in general, not just one specific cowboy.

In that moment, I felt like a teenager with a crush. An intense and inescapable crush. Except crushes aren’t quite as fun if they’re on your boss.

“I see you, Ada. I always see you, even when you won’t look at me.”

I liked that about her—her stubbornness—but it also drove me insane. She drove me insane.

Since when did the word “ma’am” make my cheeks heat?

When you’re treated a certain way for so long, you start to believe that’s how you should be treated.

Kissing Wes was the closest thing I’d ever had to a religious experience. It felt like the sky opened up and stars started falling around us, like lightning struck every place where our skin touched and like my heartbeat had turned into a thunderstorm.

“So needy,” he said. “Those city boys don’t know how to fuck you right, do they?”

“You’re trying to make phyllo pastry? Have you never seen The Great British Baking Show

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

“So let me break this down for you: I fucking adore you, Ada. 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.”

“I think I’d like to do that someday. With you.” I looked at her questioningly. What did she mean? She must’ve seen it on my face, because my entire world stopped for a minute when she said, “Get married, I mean.” I kissed her temple and said, “Yes, ma’am.”