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.

“I’ll be your sunshine anytime, Wyatt.”

My entire being rebels at the thought of letting this girl go. Every single one of my cells screams at me to keep her here, to make her mine. That’s when I know I’m in love with her.

But in my heart of hearts, I know that somehow, over the course of an hour, maybe less, I’ve fallen in love with my best friend.

I got no choice when it comes to Sally Powell. If she’s unhappy, I’ll move heaven and earth to make her feel better.

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

“Wow, Sally. Beautiful.” Have I died? Am I in heaven? Have I ever felt prettier or happier in my entire life? Wyatt was speechless.

With Wyatt’s hand on me, I’m not just a workhorse, a competent member of a team, a set of skills. I’m a soul. A body. A being that exists only in the here and now.

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

Because Sally is a cowgirl. It’s less an occupation and more of a state of mind.

This is my life. And I’m learning that the more I take the wheel—the more I block out the noise of everyone else’s opinions and do what feels right for me—the more I feel at peace.

people will make you happier than a job ever will.”

You wanna go big, I say you go big. Love your man out loud, friend. Live your best damn life out loud.”

“What do you think about being my sunshine forever?”

I grab his hat and drop it onto my head. “Saddle up, cowboy.”