Done and Dusted (Rebel Blue Ranch, #1)

by Lyla Sage

“But, Emmy. You’ve been sitting in your apartment in Denver doing wine and Sweet Home Alabama for a month.

God forbid a girl get a vibe

For Gus and Wes. Not for me.

Not because I was jealous. I wasn’t fucking jealous.

I did my best to ignore the way Kenny kept his hand on her–like she was his–or else I would walk over there and break it.

Brooks wasn’t just tall; he was broad. His dark brown hair, which was always long, hit the middle of his neck. It had a slight wave to it that a lot of women would die for, including me. Just like his stupid eyelashes that framed his stupid chocolate eyes.

most innocent gesture in this bar’s entire history. Seriously—I

“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.”

“Emmy!” Wes’s

Dang it wes what the fuck

“Emmy. Tell me what you need. Tell me what I need to do.” “I need…” she said as best she could between breaths. “Can you…?” “Anything, sugar.” “Squeeze. Please.”

She turned back to me. The sun was shining at her back as she stood in the stable door. She looked like a fucking angel—an off-limits angel.

I need my man to think about me like thissss

When it came to Emmy, I was playing with fire, but I would happily walk into the flames for her. And I’d have a smile on my face the whole damn time.