Lost and Lassoed (Rebel Blue Ranch, #3)

by Lyla Sage

It was items like this that made me cling to the hope that I could bring my possessions with me to the afterlife.

Doing things with my hands was my favorite thing. I’d always loved to draw and paint, and my dad let me do both…everywhere. When I started getting into clothes, I realized that it wasn’t just painting and drawing—I just liked being able to create things. I liked having a vision and executing it. I wasn’t like Ada—I couldn’t DIY the shit out of literally everything—but I could art the shit out of anything.

“I’m sorry you lost all of that,” Gus said. He sounded sincere. “I’m sure you were good at it.” “I was,” I said with a shrug. “But I was also totally comfortable. I don’t know”—I shook my head; I hadn’t really talked about this with anyone before—“I kinda wonder if it was almost a good thing. How long would I have stayed there, doing the same thing—doing something that I always wanted to do for myself for another person?” “So that’s what you want to do?” Gus asked. He was looking at me intently, listening to everything I was saying. “Stuff with clothes?” I nodded. “I love making things, and I love making people feel good. With clothes, I can do both—make beautiful things that make people feel beautiful. I just don’t really know how I want to do it. I don’t have enough money to open a brick-and-mortar store, and I don’t want to just replicate what Cloma did. I don’t know.”