Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

“Kyson. Please, don’t do this.

Weird name?

Tintinnabulation of a dozen or more wind chimes announces a swirling breeze.

What?????

His leaving might not be quite as hard to ignore if he didn’t make a show of coming back here twice a year: on her birthday, July seventh, and her death date, October second.

HEY thats MY BIRTHDAY HOLD UP

I change out of my sweatpants into jeans and a plaid button-up, brush my teeth… Why am I brushing my teeth? Get it together, man. She’s not kissing you.

Absolutely SQUEELING rn

When I step into the quiet, poorly lit bathroom, I’m overwhelmed with a familiar, drunk-girl urge. Text him.

Aur naur!

“He never picks the easy ones, does he?” I shake my head. “Nah, look at his wife,” Denny says. Jackson yells, “Better not be talking shit about my beautiful angel of a wife.”

Luv Jackson

I fingered a girl here one time when I was seventeen and, truthfully, I don’t think I did a good job.

Hilarious thought to be having rn

“What do you want, Kyson?” His stupid name

IVE BEEN SAYIN THAT