Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

I straightened my spine. I’d know that voice anywhere. If I had slipped into a coma, it would wake me up. If I was six feet under, I’d dig myself out of the grave just to be closer to it, which was dramatic and startling and tragic and stupid. But it was true.

I knew better than to read over a woman’s shoulder. I had manners.

He gets it

Even though my life was shit, I took a moment to be proud of my friend and how much she’d grown into herself again since I’d met her. Maybe I could do that, too.

These friendships make my heart burst

There’s a reason that rearview mirrors are small and windshields are big.”