Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

“If you get this one,” Dusty said as he reached for the dark green shirt I was currently looking at and pulled it off the rack, “we can match.” “ ‘Show me your Tetons’?” I asked, reading the white text on the shirt, and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Dusty grinned back at me. “Only if you show me yours.” “In your dreams, Dusty Tucker,” I said on an eye roll, trying to stifle a giggle. He’d always been able to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to. He gave me an exaggerated wink. “You have no idea, Ash.” “Stop flirting with me while I’m still in my wedding dress.” Leave it to Dusty to make me feel comfortable enough to make a joke about something that should not be remotely funny yet. “We better get you out of it then.” I huffed in mock exasperation. “You are ridiculous,” I said and then shoved the shirt into his arms. “Hold this for me. I need to find some pants.” “Do you?” “Yes, Dusty,” I said. “Or should I call you by your legal name?” Dusty’s gray eyes widened, but he was smiling, like he was thrilled I was playing with him. “You wouldn’t,” he said. “Try me, Tuck,” I responded, the nickname rolling off my tongue for the first time since he came home last year. His eyes glittered.