Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

When she saw my mom, she beamed. Was I jealous of my mom? That was pathetic.

“I wish I would’ve seen that part,” I said with a laugh. “So you were watching me?” Dusty said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. “You know,” I said. “Someone standing on the back of a moving truck with no one in the driver’s seat is a bit of a spectacle.” “All I care about is that it made you look,”

“You’re beautiful, Ash,” and I rolled my eyes, trying to regain the playful mood. Suddenly, Dusty gripped my chin firmly. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you.”

“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 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,”