Done and Dusted (Rebel Blue Ranch, #1)

by Lyla Sage

Seriously, who named their only daughter after a fruit?

“And your family is my family, Emmy, so even if you weren’t in my bar, you would be my business. You’ve always been my business, and you’ll always be my business.”

“You didn’t ask me why I came home.” “I don’t care why you’re here, only that you are.”

Literally, the first thing I saw when I walked into the Big House was him holding my perfect niece in his giant arms. My ovaries didn’t stand a chance.

“Sugar, you deserve to go out on your own terms. Just because you got dusted doesn’t mean you’re done.”

“Some love stories burn hot and fast, but you two are more low and slow,” she said. “It’s a strong and steady kind of love.”

“I love you, too, Luke Brooks. You’re it for me, too.” Luke gave me one of my favorite smiles, the one that brought out the crinkles around his eyes, and I fell into his arms once again. Home sweet home.