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To anyone who has ever been lost in the darkness of this big ol’ world, here’s to finding the light. And maybe a broody cowboy who sees it. You deserve it all.
It wants to unhinge its jaws and swallow me alive. And sometimes I want to let it.
Dogs and cats and wives and kids. Everyone’s world is loud except mine.
An armful of gold bangles dangle from a slender wrist as the driver careens down the freeway like they’re an outlaw on the run for their life.
I look like a train wreck. But that’s me, right? Reese Austin, messy as fuck.
I keep walking, resisting the hard tug of my heart. A woman crying is my goddamn kryptonite.
Although, I’ve never seen eyes that young look so damn old.
That’s right, honey. I’m too low class for you. Not your type and you know it. For some reason, it makes me feel like shit.
Wrangling Wyatt is a thankless job and almost physically impossible.
We all know why he’s staying in it, even if he won’t say it—to look out for Fallon. If she’s on the circuit, so is he.
The camera zooms in. My stomach bottoms out. Fuck. She’s crying. And no one even fucking notices.
Pain. Utter pain. Straight to the heart...
It’s like taking my first step into a life I’ve never met. It’s the wild burn of freedom.
“You lassoed me!” Reese shrieks. Her chest heaves. “Like livestock.”
I look down at her. “Moo moo, baby.”
Maybe there are two of me. The Reese I created to survive in the real world, and the Reese I get to keep for myself. The hidden Reese that no one knows. It doesn’t matter. No one wants to know the real me. I don’t even know the real me.
Reese is gone. I whip around. Christ, where is she now? It’s like trying to chase a cyclone.
I know unhealthy coping mechanisms when I see them. And Reese is a walking red flag.
“Either I burn the bar down or you come with me.” She grins. That coy little smile that revs me up. “Burn it down then.”
Normally, I’d chase this girl. But I’m not a prince and I don’t have a white horse. I’m a cowboy with baggage. I’m born to run. There’s no sunset in this future.
And then a sight worse than my memories hits me. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life is in my bed. Wearing my goddamn jersey.
And then I laugh. I laugh because Ford Montgomery is one of the best things I’ve ever felt. “What?” he says gruffly. “You smell amazing.” His lazy chuckle rumbles through my body. “Don’t get any ideas.” I smile into his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“What is your problem, Country Boy?” You. You’re my problem. My incredibly beautiful, bratty little problem.
My gaze remains glued to Reese. “I was number one in the national league. You think I don’t have money? Think again.” Yeah, I’m fucking cocky.
My cock flexes. That haughty fucking mouth. I hate how much it turns me on. All I want to do is shut her up with my lips.
Bluebird. She’s a fucking bluebird.
She’s so goddamn beautiful. I feel unhinged when she just breathes near me. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Damn if that girl isn’t drilled into my skull.
“Ford,” she whispers. Worry in her beautiful green eyes. “I got you, baby.”
I melt into the kiss, my hand clasping the back of her neck to keep her against my lips. She tastes like I expected. Dangerous. Deadly. Goddamn exciting.
Kissing Reese is like soaking my soul in gas and setting my heart on fire.
“I’m going to fuck you like a cowboy, honey. Treat you like a princess.”
She’s a wild little thing in my arms, writhing like she’s never had a good fuck. Which I intend to rectify.
When she leaves this ranch, there will be no doubt in her pretty little head about who fucked her the best. She’ll never forget this cowboy.
Reese’s pleased whimpers are music to my ears. So sexy it’s criminal.
She screams my name. My name. It’s the voice of an angel. And it fucking terrifies me.
Hell, it looks like red flags and beautiful girls are destined to run in my DNA.
Because even though he’s a cowboy, my life isn’t a country song. There’s no hero. I have to save myself.
He must see it all over my face because he leaps off the baler, and races toward me at a dead run.
Bluebells for my Bluebird.
“Why didn’t you call me?” “I didn’t want to bother you,” she says, barely audible. “Oh, baby,” I whisper, her words ripping my heart out.
He’s looking at me like I’m a dream. Like I exist and he’s the only one who has me.
What he did for me. Sending me a goddamn angel.
Fuck restraint. When it comes to Reese, I’m a man on my knees.
“I know. That’s what I realized when you were at the bar tonight. I don’t want your secrets.” I lean in and her eyes widen. “I want you, Reese.”
Fuck Reese’s secrets. I just want her. As long as I can have her.
I turn and do something my gut tells me I’ll do for the rest of my goddamn life. I chase after Reese.
Other than my twin, I’ve never had a connection to someone like this. A soul-deep burn that exists only with Reese.
“Because you have me,” he says gruffly. “Do you hear me, Reese? You have me.”
Ford stalks toward me, his expression fiercer than I’ve ever seen. “Never say that again. I don’t need to fuck you to care about you. I know what it feels like to be lost.” His voice sounds tortured. “I see you, Bluebird. Every version of you. Broken. Whole. Angry. Sad. I see you.”
He strokes my hair, makes rough sounds of comfort. “Nah, baby. You try so hard to be bad. I see you, Reese. I see your sadness and your beauty. I don’t want to break it. I want to hang onto it. I’ll sit with you in it. As long as it takes.”
Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. “You will?” I whisper.
