Seeing Red (Wells Ranch, #2)

by Bailey Hannah

If there’s one thing men have, it’s the fucking audacity.

What a way to kick things off, because oh lord do they. Their pockets are so much bigger so they can carry around all their audacity

“Cute bracelet.” I smile at him, trying to ease the sexual tension between us by shifting focus to the thin barbed wire wrapped around his wrist. Of course he has barbed wire on his wrist. “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.”

holy fuck. I'm gonna pass out 🥵🥵

“Your hair is clearly driving you nuts. Hell, watching you constantly fucking with it is driving me nuts. And your hands are full, so let me fix it.” Starting at her crown, I fold sections of hair over one another. She’s long since given up on keeping the hospital gown in its right place, so I kiss her bare shoulder as I work. “You know how to braid?” “Sweetheart, I was born to be a girl dad.”

God and I thought the necklace was hot, this man just does not stop

He’s reclined on the couch watching TV, feet resting on the coffee table, holding her tiny body against his bare chest. Her legs curled up under her diaper-clad bum, tiny fist tucked in next to a chubby cheek, wispy red hair stood on end.

this is seriously the stuff of dreams, my childless intentions are so fucked