Rachel Jimenez

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I laughed. From the first time our eyes met at the bar, I felt like Wes could see me in a way that no one else could, and that question proved it. He knew I was scared, and he loved me anyway. He saw me for exactly who I was, and he loved me because of it, not in spite of it. And as far as lifetimes went, basking in the warmth of the sun seemed like a pretty damn good way to spend one.
Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)
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