Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)

by Ursa Dax

Fallon buzzed around like a sexy, mouse-eared, orange bumblebee, getting us yet more water.

“How do you feel?” he asked with an intensity that probably should have scared me. “Feverish? Light-headed? Weak from blood loss?” “Blood loss?” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?” “About my wife?” he replied without hesitation. “Always.”

“Storms. Rain. Darkness. None of it matters. None of it could keep me away. I’ll always come back to you, Darcy. Always.”

Shiiiiiiiit. “Please tell me,” I said, speaking very slowly and trying to keep the shaking out of my voice, “that I did not just mistake a part of your anatomy for a venomous serpent and try to rip it off.”

“You mean before they became murderers and got sentenced to live the yee-haw, howdy partner life?”

“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?”