Swift and Saddled (Rebel Blue Ranch #2)

by Lyla Sage

Some days I wasn’t very proud to be me, but I was always proud to be my dad’s son.

“Save a horse”

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.

“Is this what you were thinking about? When you couldn’t take your eyes off me in the kitchen, were you thinking about touching me?”

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

I kept driving, trying not to get distracted by the suns—the one in the sky and the one sitting next to me—bathing everything I could see in light.

“I would never insult you by calling you something as generic as nice.”