Seeing Red (Wells Ranch, #2)

by Bailey Hannah

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.

My new favourite place on Earth is wherever Cassidy Bowman is.

I want to show her the lake, and everywhere else, too. Side by side, hand in hand. I love her. I’m madly in love with Cassidy Bowman. And I think—fuck, I hope I’m right on this—that she might be starting to feel the same way.

Nothing that happened last night feels real—like a blurry, pieced-together memory after a night of drinking. I fell in love with him.

As easily as the snow fell around us last night. Not falling so much as floating, swirling around before settling in like a comfortable blanket over everything. Despite how long I spent drifting, loving him was as inevitable as the January snow.