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Compliments from Teddy were the best because I knew she meant them.
That fucker.
It was him. Luke Brooks.
It made me wonder how she’d look wrapped up in bedsheets. But not just any bedsheets–my bedsheets.
His hands felt rough against my skin, and I hated the small thrill that went through me at his touch.
he’d just gotten more handsome,
“Hey there, Clementine,” he drawled.
“Glad to see your tongue is still sharp as ever, sugar.” The way he said “sugar” was almost demeaning.
“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.”
“And tell Kenny Wyatt to keep his hands to himself, or I’ll kick you both out.”
If someone fucks with you, they fuck with me,”
Wes was the human equivalent of a golden retriever.
While Gus was a fierce protector, Wes was a dedicated caretaker.
Taking care of others was what made Weston Ryder happy, and he never expected anything in return. He didn’t even think about it.
“You didn’t ask me why I came home.” “I don’t care why you’re here, only that you are.”
she was a walking wet dream for any cowboy.
I still thought she was beautiful. I still wondered what she’d look like wrapped up in my bed sheets.
Today, I saw the only thing in my life I ever thought was prettier than Rebel Blue, and that was Emmy.
Emmy let the slightest hint of a smile slip, and I felt like I’d won the lottery.
God, that smile. Take that, Kenny,
Look who she’s smiling at now, asshole.
I just wanted Emmy to know me, I guess. And I wanted to know her, too.
“Keep your eyes on me, okay? I’m going to take care of you, Emmy.”
Fuck. I wanted to kiss her.
He was intoxicating.
“I wanted to kiss Luke Brooks,” I blurted out.
I ran into a man’s rock-hard chest.
I ran for my dad, and as soon as I saw him, I launched myself into him, giving him the biggest hug I could muster.
All I could do was try not to look at Emmy and try not to think about how her skin had felt under my hands.
Her hair was messy, as usual. I wanted to be the one who made it that way.
Why did she always have to look so damn good?
I didn’t want to see her cry.
“Because I care about you,”
“Emmy. Tell me what you need. Tell me what I need to do.”
“Anything, sugar.”
“You’re safe, Emmy.”
“We’re going to start from the beginning.”
I wanted her to be able to do what she loved.
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.
“What do you need, sugar?”
He deserved better.
He likes having people to care for, and he needs people to care for him.
Luke Brooks was hot as hell, and so was the muscle tee.
The way his biceps flexed and bulged was enough to get anyone hot and bothered. And don’t even get me started on the fucking backward baseball cap he was sporting today.
When he smiled big like that, he got these wrinkles around his eyes. They were stupid cute.
I focused on how secure I’d felt when his arms were wrapped around me, and the way his breath had felt against my cheek. If he was here, I was going to be okay.
“You keeping tabs on me, Ryder?” he said with a smirk.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked jokingly, but I was honest when I answered. “Yes.”
Something shifted in the air, like giving him permission to touch me, changed something between us.
“I know you can get on this horse by yourself, Ryder.” His hands were still on my waist, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He gave my waist a squeeze, and then let go. “So do it.”
