Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

She wants war, I’ll give her war. I still got some fight in me. Fight’s all I got left.

“Eau de horse.”

He basically tried to ride his horse right into the trailer, the plan being he’d grab the top of the trailer just as the horse was entering it. He’d lift himself off the horse and do some fancy thing where he’d drop to his feet on the ground.

“You got a problem, son?”

And, yeah, maybe the fantasy of knocking you up turns me on in a way it shouldn’t.

“I don’t need perfect. Your parents didn’t need it. World doesn’t need you to be perfect either. We just need you. You and your messes. You light up a room just by being in it, honey.”

“From the way Mollie looks at you, I’d say you’re hard to forget too. Keep doing what you’re doing. Trust yourself. The rest will fall into place.” I hesitate. “And if it doesn’t?” John’s chest rises on an inhale. “Then it wasn’t meant to be. Awful thing to hear, I know. But you can’t hold on too tightly. If you let her go and she doesn’t come back, then we pick up the pieces and do the best we can to help you move on.”

“Honey, I’d marry the shit out of you. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because I’m in love with you.”

Having a boyfriend who’s a filthy-mouthed cowboy in the sheets but an absolute gentleman in the streets sure as hell has its perks.

Ride my mustache, honey. Like you mean it.”