Wyatt (Lucky River Ranch, #2)

by Jessica Peterson

I don’t get how the world can be the same as it ever was, but life as I know it is over.

it made me want a bunch of kids of my own. But then I grew up, and I became aware of the reality of raising a large family. It would be expensive. And stressful. I’d have to sacrifice my freedom. Forget travel. And I don’t know how I’d manage a family like that while working the super-intense jobs I’ve always been after.

it’s my own family I’m eating with. I’m in my own house, where my husband and I enjoy our own traditions.

Go figure—it feels really fucking good to let your guard down every once in a while.

“After this, dinner and Forensic Files at home?”