Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

Before I could respond to Chloe, a pair of arms wrapped around me, lifting me, and whipping me around. “Holy shit, Cam.” Dusty’s voice. Dusty’s arms. Dusty’s smell. “You were incredible out there!” A surprised laugh escaped me as he spun me around one more time before lowering me to the ground. His gray eyes met mine. They were bright and excited—they matched his smile. “You were like a machine,” he continued excitedly. “And when you knocked that girl down?” Dusty winked at me. “Hot.” I blushed a deep red as I looked up at Dusty. His right cheek caught my eye. In black eyeliner, someone—the cheerleader, apparently—had written the number 33. My number. “You have something on your face,” I said—not acknowledging the “hot” thing. No one had ever called me that before. Dusty’s smile widened. “Like it?” he said, holding one of his hands under his cheek. “I did it for you.”