Tornado Ally (Blink, Oklahoma #1)

by Lainey Ross

Maybe women could be happy in lots of different situations in life?

The chickens were admittedly adorable, running around like little brainless dinosaurs trying to understand what was happening.

She was a wildflower in my concrete jungle. I couldn't get enough of her.

But in reality, all it boiled down to was the fury of the untethered wind.

Productivity over people was not a lifestyle I would be able to handle.

We? I liked the sound of that.

I loved all of her.

but really, this wasn’t a choice. This was a man who had been thrust at me by the literal winds of fate. Who was I to argue with the winds of fate?

I honestly couldn’t wait to go home and get in bed. Well, to Ally’s house. It… it felt like home. It was more home than anywhere I had lived in a long time.

seats

seeds

I’d never met anyone like Ally, and I was quite certain I never would again.

You’re a prairie princess.”

I was drawn to this, to Ally, like a moth to a flame.

"You've got her head over heels, I think,” Ethel said

"What?" I asked in surprise. Had she been stewing over this mess this whole time, silently working through it?

"Ally," she said, “I think that’s why she’s mad. She's smitten and sh...

I didn't want to hold back anymore from the fact that, despite only knowing her for a few days, I really loved her.

"I still don't want you to go.” "I don't want to go," I said, throwing all of my cards out on the table.

Ally was beautiful. I wanted to see her in every outfit she owned. I wanted to see her on rainy days and sunny ones, every hour of the morning and the evening, every season under the sun.

"Everybody dies famous in a small town,"

tipping her head up to mine. “Can I kiss you, Ally?" I asked,

"Miss you already." My breath caught. It was Jack.

If there was one thing I'd learned being stuck in that tornado shelter, thinking about all the things I would regret if I died in there without ever seeing the sun again, it was that life was far too short and unpredictable for things to go unsaid.

“Men in love always have a certain way about them. It shines through, even if you don’t want it to.”

I wanted a life I could be proud of, not a life that I could flaunt.

Despite country men being perceived as gentlemen, that was often a trope confined to country songs. Reality was more of a mixed bag.