Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

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

“Is that all you’ve got today, Theodora?” “No,” Teddy said. “But lucky for you, I’m not really in the mood to watch a grown man cry today.”

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

“If you like who you are, why is it so hard to believe that other people do too?”

“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.”