Done and Dusted (Rebel Blue Ranch, #1)

by Lyla Sage

Oh yeah, because Emmy, with her messy hair and fucking bedsheet skirt, left my bar last night with Kenny Wyatt. Images of her throwing her head back and laughing at his jokes ran through my mind like a highlight reel. Wyatt was not that fucking funny.

After I slid on a pair of worn-out jeans, my phone went off. I looked at the screen. Speak of the devil. Gus. Be cool, Brooks. You didn’t do anything. You just eye-fucked his sister. That’s fine. Everything’s fine. I picked up the phone. “Brooks, here.” Did my voice just squeak? Yeah, my voice just fucking squeaked.

One backward baseball cap, and I was throwing all my opinions on muscle tees out the window.

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“You know, if you don’t like the road you’re on, you can always pave a new one.” “Who said that? Robert Frost?” Brooks smiled and shook his head. “Dolly Parton,” he responded. “Ah, God herself,”

God is a Woman.