Seeing Red (Wells Ranch, #2)

by Bailey Hannah

Of course he has barbed wire on his wrist. “You like it? Got you a necklace to match.”

do you want to find out or keep it a surprise?” “There are two options, Cass. I’m not going to be surprised unless the baby’s born with a tail or some shit.”

some part of me is terrified we’re not like puzzle pieces. Maybe he and I are broken chunks of glass mod-podged together; we fit well enough for now, but are bound to fall apart eventually.

“All I know is some greaseball clubbed me right in the moneymaker with a beer bottle.”

I love Denny

I’ve never given a fuck about much… until you. But I want to do better for my girls. One day I want to be deserving of you.”