Sawyer (Lucky River Ranch, #3)

by Jessica Peterson

“It’s just funny. Men love to call women ‘crazy,’ but y’all are the crazy ones thinking we’d ever settle for your bullshit.”

Who cares about what the two of you say to each other on a stupid altar at a stupid wedding? Words mean nothing. Deeds are everything.

We all want a guarantee that things will work out and we’ll be okay. Truth is, nobody gets a guarantee. You take risks and hope they work out, and that’s all you can do.”

“You bet your ass I’m a dream,” Wyatt says. Sally hushes him. “There are children present.” “You bet your behind,” he corrects. “No, Uncle Wy, it’s bottom,” Junie says. Ella nods. “Or heinie.”