Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)

by Lyla Sage

making things look effortless takes a lot of effort.

I watched his chest rise and fall, and I listened to his heartbeat—the kick drum that I couldn’t live without.

Teddy shone in this dingy bar. She said hi to everyone as they moved out of her way, making them feel special that they got to bask in her light for however long they were talking to her. If I wanted this thing with Teddy to go anywhere, I’d have to remember that she was built to shine and glow and shimmer, and I couldn’t take that piece of her only for myself. She didn’t shine just for me. I got a different part of her—the part that was comfortable enough to turn down the brightness when we were alone, the part that wanted me to see past what everyone else was blinded by.

Oh my, what an epiphany