Done and Dusted (Rebel Blue Ranch, #1)

by Lyla Sage

I hated to admit it, but when I saw how much damage he’d done over the years, I found it kind of comforting to know I wasn’t the only thing my dad hadn’t looked after.

“Luke isn’t reckless. He has never been. He’s been careless sometimes—impulsive and hasty—which is probably why he’s ended up with his nose broken more times than I can count. But it’s hard to care when you don’t have anyone or anything, and there’s no one around to care about you.”

“You’re not going to hound me about why I’m giving up my career or tell me I’m making a mistake?” “No,” he said. “Honestly, I’m curious about it, but the only person who needs to feel good about your decision is you, Emmy.”

We walked out to his truck. My dad was a Ford man. Personally, I had my issues with the guy who created the forty-hour work week, but that was neither here nor there.

I used to think Meadowlark made me feel small, but in reality, I think I made myself feel that way by always chasing the next thing to mark it off my list. It was hard to feel good enough when you never celebrated what you’d achieved.

For someone who’d spent their entire life begging for attention from others, he really knew how to make me feel like I was the only person on the planet.