Wild for You (The Wilds of Montana, #1)

by Kristen Proby

“Like the dwarf. Doc. You’ve been happy and sneezy and even dopey that day you said you had a blonde moment. Then you tended to my burn.” Now those green eyes narrow on me. “So, that would make you Grumpy.” I can’t stop the bark of laughter at that, and when she smiles, it makes my blood hum in a way that it hasn’t in years.

Leave it to me to hire the hottest goddamn nanny on the planet. Her skin is luminous in the firelight, and those green eyes of hers… well, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like them. She’s fucking gorgeous, and my kids love her.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” I nuzzle her nose with mine. “But damn it, you’d tempt a saint, and I’m not a saint. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Honey, I can see how you look at her.” “And how is that?” “Like you’ve waited for her all your life. And that’s something else that I love about her. She’s awoken something in you that’s been sleeping for a very long time.”

When I turn around, I see a sweatshirt folded on the end of the bed. It’s a Montana State University sweatshirt, in blue and gold, and when I pick it up and smell it, it smells like Remington. “He gave me his shirt,” I mutter before burying my nose in it once more. It’s definitely seen better days, so it’s obviously something that he once wore often. I absolutely love it.

So, are you having a lot of sex with my brother?” I choke on my water and cover my mouth with a napkin as I cough and sputter, making Millie grin. “Jesus, that was an abrupt change in subject.” “Go on, answer the question.” “We make time for it,” I reply. “Usually when I get back from taking the kids to school.” “That’s handy.

What??? This dialogue is so bizarre. What sister would ask that about her brother, and then say, “that’s handy.” 🥴

“The way I lose myself in you every time,” he growls into my ear. “Don’t you see that I’m falling in love with you? It fucking scares me, but it’s true.”

“You’ll stay,” he says at last. “Because you leaving isn’t a motherfucking option.” “No.” I swallow hard, also fighting to catch my breath. “Leaving isn’t an option for either of us.”

I do not want to have the first panic attack of my life sitting next to the man that I’ve fallen in love with while he’s trying to show me his ranch.

This is the third time she’s mentioned keeping herself from having a panic attack, but she’s never actually had one? First off, that’s not how panic attacks work. You don’t just will them away. Second, if you’re going to use panic attacks and mental health in a book make it actually mean something. Not just a catch phrase in passing because it’s the new trope you think everyone wants to read.

“We need to check you for ticks.” Her eyebrows shoot up at that. “Excuse me?” “Ticks. It’s spring, and there are ticks.” “That might be the most unromantic thing anyone has ever said to me in my life.” Her gorgeous eyes look terrified. “Ticks?”

“You know, getting naked with you is a lot sexier when there aren’t tiny insects involved.” “I can’t argue with that. Turn around.” I scan her body from head to toe, even checking in her hair, behind her ears, and between her legs. “If a tick made its way into my cooter, you can just shoot me and put me out of my misery.”

“You’re going to marry her.” It’s not a dare, not an accusation. It’s just a simple statement. “Yeah.” I push my hand through my hair. “I am. Haven’t asked her yet, though.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers against my lips. “Madly. Stupidly. Irrevocably. I’m wild for you, Doc.”

For an audiobook these page breaks are terrible. The time jumps don’t translate well at all.