Wyatt (Lucky River Ranch, #2)

by Jessica Peterson

He makes her nervous? Man doesn’t deserve to lick her boots.

have a favor to ask.” I reach for the thermos and refill the cup, grateful for the excuse to not look at Wyatt. “Answer’s yes.” “Let me ask it first.” “Answer’s still yes.”

“I wasn’t planning on going, no.” I look up and my stomach swoops at the strange, almost-feral look in Wyatt’s blue eyes. “But you wanna ask me to be your date, then yeah. Answer’s yes. How many times I gotta repeat myself?”

“You really don’t have to.” “I know. But I will. For you.”

You’ve got a big heart, brother. Share that motherfucker with someone already.”

But it ain’t my place to make that choice for her, is it? Choose me. Goddamn, Sunshine, I’m dying for you to choose me.

“Don’t make me say it. You know, Sunshine. You know I wanna be your guy.”

I’m so fucking in love with this girl that I literally can’t speak. For a split second, I worry I’m having a heart attack. Please, God, don’t let me die just when shit’s getting good.