Burn the Wild (Runaway Ranch, #3)

by Ava Hunter

Savannah. A lawyer, blonde, bright, beautiful. We were opposites. She was a good girl who had her shit together. I was a southern boy bumming around on a baseball field. But I loved her. I loved taking her out and showing her off. Our song was George Jones’ “He Stopped Loving Her Today” and on late nights she’d lean over to me in bed and whisper, “It can’t get better than this, Ford.” We dated for three years before I popped the question. Planned it out to a fucking tee. Even asked Jim for his permission. During our warm-up, I brought her onto the field, because Savannah loved spectacle. Drama. Anything she wanted, I wanted to give it to her. I got down on one knee. With my heart hammering in my chest, I pulled out a ring. Only… She said no. She left me kneeling on the mound, feeling like a used-up fool. As a chorus of boos filled the stadium, I put the ring back in my pocket. I rallied and pitched the best game I ever had in my life. All the while, it felt like she had walked off and left me to die on that field. Later, she found me in the locker room.