Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

“You know how to waltz?” I asked. “Full of surprises.” He grinned, and I let out a shocked laugh. He was a little fumbly, but mostly, he was good—more than passable. “I used to watch YouTube videos when we were in high school,” he said. “I remembered you saying that you had to dance whenever your parents had or went to an event, and I wanted to be prepared…just in case I ever got to go with you.” “You mean in case I ever forced you to come with me?” Dusty shook his head. “No. You’re a privilege, Cam. Being in your presence is a goddamn honor.” I looked over his shoulder instead of at him. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? “I can’t believe you did that when you were so young…for someone who wasn’t even a sure thing,” I said. I felt his shoulder shrug under my hand. “You’ve always been a sure thing to me,” he said softly. “Dusty…” I trailed off. “You can’t talk like that.” “Like what?” he asked. “Like we’re more than what we are,” I said. “I think you’re going to have to enlighten me then,” he responded. “What are we?” “Friends.” I sighed. “We’re friends. Aren’t we?” “Ash, I tried friends. I really did. But friends don’t feel the way I do about you,” he said as he pulled me even closer to him. Our bodies were touching now. “Or the way you feel about me.” I could feel his breath on my face. “I’ve waited half a lifetime for you, Cam.” Dusty breathed me in. “And I would wait a whole one if I thought I had to, but here we are. Together. No distance, no timing, no ring...