Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

I’d take her dirty looks over anyone else’s affectionate ones any day.

Derail my day? I’d drive my truck off a cliff if it meant that I got a few moments alone with her, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Fine,” she bit out before getting in the truck. “Remind me to check the weather in hell,” I muttered to myself as I shut the door. “I heard that,” Ada said. “Good,” I retorted.

But I guess depression wasn’t really about what you looked like or how you appeared but more about what you felt like.

Still, the way that he constantly made a point of respecting my space and my boundaries also made me feel so grounded.

“He’s impressed by your work. He tells me every day that we made the right decision bringing you on.”

Her long brown hair was wild and windswept, like she’d ridden a horse here and let her hair fly behind her. Everything about her just looked so…free.

“Sometimes my brain doesn’t move as fast as my mouth.”