Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #2)

by Lyla Sage

I am a firm believer that if you pass them while you’re driving, you’re legally obligated to point at them and say “Cows!”

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.

I don’t seem to know how to talk to people in a way that makes them like me or keep coming back for more. I seem to always turn out to be a disappointment, so why bother?

I never felt like I knew how to connect, or speak the right language, always just to the left of the right social cue.

At this point, I was pretty sure I’d been waiting for her my whole life, so an hour was easy.

“The little things are the big things, Ada. They’re the things all the big things are made of.