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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’s attraction. A dangerous one. Especially with a woman like this. One with secrets. One who makes me want to wring her pretty little neck every time I look at her. Maybe it’s because she’s a mess. Maybe it’s that sad look in her eyes. Either way, I want her out of my head.
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.
“This far out here, no one can hear you scream.”
“I’m going to fuck you like a cowboy, honey. Treat you like a princess.”
“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.”
“You’re like the wild, baby. You’re always gonna burn, but you come back better than ever.”
“I will never use it against you.” I drop a kiss to her lips. “I’ll take your worst day and give you my best. But I will always worry about you.”
“I won’t play games about what this is and what you are to me.” She tilts her chin. The fire in her eyes scorches. “What am I?” “Birdie Girl, you’re pretty much my goddamn everything.”
“Run your mouth, woman, because it doesn’t matter. I love you. Nothing you do or say will change my mind. You’re it for me, Birdie. No more running. No more searching. It’s you.”
“You wear this necklace on your throat, baby. Show the world you’re mine.”
“And you’re not hard to love. You are mine to love. Never forget that.”
“When I count my top five home runs, I count you, Reese. I thank fuck every day that I found you.”
“You and me, we got good bones, Bluebird. We’re never breaking. Swaying in the wind, maybe, sputtering through the snow, for sure. But busted and broken, never.”
Therapy, medicine, love, the ranch—it brought me back. Sometimes life is still hard, and some days I fight a silent battle with that black hole, but Ford is always there. He chases my dreams like they are his own. Treats my wounds like they’re his own. He’s not my cure, but he is a help. Because he understands. He stays. And that’s all I need.
