Wyatt (Lucky River Ranch, #2)

by Jessica Peterson

“You surprised by that, Mustang Sally?” He holds out one of the mugs. “All you wanna do is ride.”

“Ever consider you could never ever hold me back, even if you tried? You’re not a roadblock, Wyatt. You’re the wind beneath my fucking wings.”

“Wanna watch some Forensic Files?” “As long as I’m not your next victim, sure.”

“You would fall right the fuck off that horse if I pushed you.” His eyes glimmer. “I dare you.” “Sally’ll fix him right up,” Ryder says. I nod. “She does have a way with a drill.” “That’s not funny,” Sawyer replies. Duke guffaws. “It kinda is though.”

“You’re the only one I wanna cook for,” he says. “The only one I wanna take wholesome literature and turn it into spicy prairie porn with. The only one I want to watch terrifying serial killer shows with. You’re the only one, Sally.”