Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)

by Lyla Sage

And then Riley shouted, loud enough for all of Meadowlark to hear: “It’s rock fucking jasmine!” And I had no one to blame but myself for her impeccable use of the F word.

“Clementine Ryder and Theodora Andersen are written in the stars,” I said with a chuckle. “Doesn’t get more cosmic than that.”

GOD DAMN IT THE LOUDEST BESTIES IN MEDOWLARK MY BABUESSSS

“Just a quiet life with a grumpy man from a small town, but I can promise to love you every day.” “You love me?” I said. Don’t cry, Teddy. “I do,” he said. “And I want to show you how much I love you every single day. I want to do everything with you. I want you to be part of my daughter’s life. I want you at every soccer game, barrel race, and art show. I want you there when she sneaks into my bed in the mornings”—he

I want to have babies with you—little copper-headed demons running around wreaking havoc”—a

“Have I finally figured out how to get you to shut up?” he said. “Just gotta tell you that I’m madly in love with you, and I’ll get a little peace?”

I was convinced that Teddy Andersen was made for me.

“Graham isn’t coming. He’s called it off.”

GIMIE DUSTY CAM AND GIVE IT TO ME NEOWWWW