Seeing Red (Wells Ranch, #2)

by Bailey Hannah

“You like it? Got you a necklace to match.” His hand leaves my leg and, for a split second, I’m longing for him to put it back. He shifts so the glow of a distant pole light catches, and I can see what he’s trying to show me. Below the dense forest of black ink trees sprawling up his forearm, there’s a tattoo along the back of his hand, running from thumb to index finger. Barbed wire. Before I can question what he means, his hand slips around my neck like a collar. A barbed wire necklace. “Fits perfectly, Cass. Looks sexy as hell, too.”

So I shut her front door softly behind me, then drive back to the ranch with one hand on the steering wheel and the other over my chest pocket, holding the most important photo of my life secure.

“Good thing ’bout being a cowboy is you don’t need to be ripped to get ladies. Dirty jeans and a hat make ’em feral.”

His lips press to the top of my head. Over and over. Soft kisses as his hand holds tight to my stomach. “Remember when you told me not to say nice things or you might fall in love?” “Mhm.” I stroke my fingertips over the back of his hand. “We never talked about what’ll happen when I fall in love with you.”