Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

“Not if we text, darlin’.” Am I having a stroke? “Text?” I croak. “I didn’t peg you for a texter.” His nostrils flare as he maintains focus on the road ahead. “I could start if you’d like.”

If last night was the rainstorm Beryl talked about, then Austin was the thick blanket wrapped around me.

With my pinky finger resting on the delicate skin of her neck, the drumming of her heartbeat changes the rhythm of my own. I’m completely at her mercy, and that’s exactly where I want to be.

She’s the love of my life. I know that without a shadow of a doubt now.