Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

She’s the sunshine of this ranch, bringing light into the parts of me that I thought I’d always keep hidden in the dark.

“On the off-chance you stay until next spring, you’ll never have to think about him again.”

“They’re both dead.” He shrugs. “You’re here right now—alive and well on my ranch. I care a heck of a lot more about you being comfortable than their spirits potentially getting riled up over some silly flowers.”

“You do. When the time comes where I can do this,”—his rough hand gently cups my chin and his throat bobs with a hard swallow—“without feeling every muscle in your jaw tense, I’ll kiss you until you’re unable to breathe. And a whole lot more, if you’ll let me.”

“I’m not dealing with you. I’m here because I want to be. I want to sort this shit out together. Because this,”—my finger circles between us—“thing that’s happening with us is worth it. You’re worth it.”