Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)

by Lyla Sage

It would never not be the most annoying thing in the world that he was so fucking handsome.

“No,” Dusty said. “It’s something Emmy said about you once. That you roll with the punches and punch back if necessary.” It was hard to swallow after that. I felt like I’d been punched a lot lately, and I didn’t know if I had the strength to punch back this time.

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.

Would we discover our own new type of flower, wild and unexpected and ours to behold? Or would it wither on the vine? I just didn’t know.

I watched my daughter collide with the woman I loved, and I watched the woman I loved catch her. I watched them laugh and smile at each other, and then I watched them clasp hands and start walking toward me—the luckiest man alive.

“Wanting used to scare me so much, because I didn’t think I had the space to want anything more than what I’ve got. But wanting a future with you is the easiest thing in the world. And I want it all, with you.” A kiss on the forehead.