Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)

by Lyla Sage

The point is that I know Teddy is pretty. Beautiful, even. But beautiful like a lion or an elk or any other large and dangerous animal. Beautiful to look at, but you didn’t want to get too close because it’d rip your throat out or trample you or spear you to death with its giant horns. So yeah. Teddy was beautiful or whatever.

It was quiet for a few minutes, and I focused on the book in front of me. One of my favorite things that my dad did when I was a kid was read aloud to me, and I wanted to do that for Riley. But because I was dyslexic, I had a hard time reading new material out loud without stumbling, and it made me feel like a fucking idiot, so when we bought new books, I read them to myself a few times before I read them out loud to her. It helped.

I leaned against the counter, took a sip of my coffee, and watched his eyes survey me again. Even though he was angry, his perusal was not. It was…heated. Intentional. Appreciative.

I’d forgotten Nicole was talking. She talked a lot, but not in a way that made me want to listen.

WHAT A CRAZY THING TO SAY

Just because he’s a good dad and sometimes looks at you like you’re the only person in the room does not mean that he isn’t a dick.

I thought that when I saw her in the light of day, I wouldn’t want to kiss her anymore, but I did. I wanted it so badly I felt like I couldn’t think straight.

Maybe it’s the way I realized that Teddy loved my family the same way I did. Maybe it was the fact that Teddy was so much more than I’d ever given her credit for, and I felt stupid for only just now realizing it.