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Montana has stunned me. With its indigo skies and emerald forests, I envy every creature that gets to live out here. That gets to be free.
How long has it been since I looked at the world with fresh eyes? Breathed clean air? It’s like taking my first step into a life I’ve never met. It’s the wild burn of freedom.
Dangerous, beautiful trouble. I need Reese off this ranch and out of my mind.
Sometimes it feels overwhelming to be alive.
“I just don’t like you apologizing for yourself when you’ve done nothing wrong.” Oh.
Thirteen days of sunshine. Thirteen days of Reese.
No one hears my bluebird but me.
Kissing Reese is like soaking my soul in gas and setting my heart on fire.
I need a neon sign above my head that flashes the reminder We’re Just Friends.
My brain only has space for Reese. I’m obsessed.
The black hole, the past—I may never get over them. But Ford makes me feel like I can. If only for a little while.
He makes me want to sing again. Live again.
Fuck restraint. When it comes to Reese, I’m a man on my knees.
She thought I’d leave once I saw every side of her, including the dark, but she doesn’t know that she’s my light.
“I’ll take your worst day and give you my best. But I will always worry about you.”
“People stay because they want to be loved, even when it hurts.”
It’s like she’s come alive in front of my eyes.
She is a home I’ve never had.
Reese breathed her own kind of life into me with her first high-heeled stomp onto the ranch. Strutted her way into my fucking heart.
it takes a strong man to love Reese. Not because she’s hard to love, or she’s difficult, but because she’s the most amazing woman that I’ve ever known. She forces me to be better. And me—I’m her cowboy. I’m the man who loves her. And I will always do my damnedest to deserve her.
“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.”
I know in my bones that I will somehow make a beautiful life for myself, no matter what the world throws at me.
“Maybe I like making you sweat.” “Now ain’t the time for that,” I tell her sternly. “It’s time to let me love you. For the rest of your life.” I slip my fingers into her hair, cupping the nape of her neck. “When I count my top five home runs, I count you, Reese. I thank fuck every day that I found you.”
“You’re the greatest love song I’ve ever sung, Country Boy.”

