Burn the Wild (Runaway Ranch, #3)

by Ava Hunter

That’s when a furry sensation wraps itself around my legs. I yelp and jump back. As I glance down, I catch sight of a black cat weaving in between my legs. The cat meows, sounding like the tiniest tea kettle. I smile and dip down to pet her under the chin. “Hey there.” She flops on her back and lets me tickle her belly. Her green eyes match mine. “Are you the unofficial welcome wagon? You’re much better than the current situation.” A grunt or a chuckle comes from Ford and he crouches beside me. “Mouse.” I glance at him. He’s so close I can smell his soapy post-shower scent. “Hate to break it to you, Country Boy, but that’s a cat.” His lips pull into something resembling a smile. “No. This is Mouse.” He reaches down and flips the cat into his arms. She curls up without protest. “And she’s a menace. Just like you.”