Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

Dusty wasn’t the only man I’d ever loved, but I had to admit that he was the one that I compared every other love to. And none of them ever measured up.

“I’ve waited half a lifetime for you, Cam.”

“You don’t have a neck tattoo and a nose piercing and not be good. And don’t even get me started on his little cropped T-shirts.”

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I’d never fallen out of love with Cam—not in all the time we were apart. Cam taught me what it was like to love and be loved. I took that with me around the world. I built upon it and every type of love I’d felt was compared to it, and nothing had ever come close—it was always her. It was always going to be her.

I know the fact that I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen is kind of ridiculous, and I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. But, god, you are everything to me. You always have been, you always will be.

“I do love you,” he said. “I love you madly and deeply. I love you in ways that people don’t believe exist in real life. I love you for who you’ve been and who you are and who you’re going to be, Ash.”

Camille Ashwood was the love of my life. I loved her with every part of me. “I love you,” I said.