Rope the Moon (Runaway Ranch, #2)

by Ava Hunter

I’m a soldier. A man of rules. Secrets. But when it comes to Dakota McGraw, I’ve broken every single one of them.

Someone once said life begins with a bang and ends with a whimper. But I think it starts with fire. Burn everything down to build it back up.

This is why I fell for the man. Kind. Patient. Even with his dark, jagged pieces.

This, I realize, is why I’ve come home. Davis Montgomery keeps those he cares about safe. And that safety is everything to me.

tighten my grip on the man in my arms. What Resurrection thinks doesn’t matter. What matters is I am kissing Davis Montgomery in public. What matters is I am alive. What matters are all the tiny glimmers of happy I’ve collected this last month. Maybe this town is still mine. And maybe so is Davis Montgomery.

I trace a line over the high arch of her cheekbone, and say, “This is what I want.” I drop my hand. “And this.” I cup her belly. Tears fill her eyes. “I can’t ask you to do that, Davis.” “Do what?” She wraps her arms tight around herself. “Saddle you with another man’s child.” “Saddle me.” It comes out gruff. Resolute. She blinks. “What?” “Cupcake, I want you.” I lean in, meeting her eyes. “That means I take him, too.”