Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)

by Lyla Sage

It was a beautiful thing to watch your best friend be loved in the way you know she deserves.

Men who are that good-looking should not be allowed to be such assholes. It was false advertising.

When I curled into his side, I felt his lips in my hair. “You can cry, Teddy,” he said. And so I cried. And cried. And August Ryder held me the whole time.

She squealed when I grabbed her hand and gave her a twirl. Her delighted giggle was the only thing that sounded better than the music Teddy and Hank were playing. As my daughter and I danced together, I knew this moment would be one of those memories that I thought back on at every big moment in her life—when she got her driver’s license, graduated from high school, college—when she got married, if that’s what she wanted. I’d put it in the same place as all the other memories I had of Riley, as well as of my mom, my dad, and my siblings, holding it close to 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.

told her that I loved Teddy, and asked her if she was okay with her being part of our family.

But then I realized that we happened exactly how we were supposed to. We had the rest of our lives, and whatever came after, anyway.