Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

“Dad,” she said, “this is Ada. She’s the interior designer who’s helping Wes.” “Ah.” He nodded. “The one Wes is smitten with.” Yeah, there was no question that this man was Teddy’s father. I felt my eyes widen. I didn’t know how to react to that. “I swear to God,” Teddy said with a groan, “I’m never telling you anything ever again.” Hank’s eyes twinkled. They were the same color as Teddy’s—a silvery blue. He reached one of his weathered hands out to me. I noticed the tattoos on his knuckles but couldn’t read them. “Nice to meet you, Ada. I’m Hank.” “Now he’s got manners,” Teddy muttered. She looked at me and mouthed “Sorry.” I shook Hank’s hand. “Nice to meet you,” I said with a shy smile. “Teddy’s told me a lot about you.” “Clearly,” I said with a chuckle. “But I’m not sure ‘smitten’ is the right word,” I added, trying to downplay what I was feeling. “I am.” That was Wes’s voice. When I turned around, he was walking toward me, Waylon in tow, from the back door. I hadn’t heard him arrive. When he got close enough, he put a hand on my lower back and kissed my temple. I was so focused on his touch and the electric current it sent through me that I barely had time to worry about the fact that Wes was touching me, kissing me, in front of everyone.