Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

When it came to Dusty, I understood what people meant when they said the more things change, the more they stay the same. Or that old habits die hard. Dusty was a habit—thinking about him, missing him, or at least the idea of him: It was a cycle that I’d always struggled to break. Especially because I also found myself missing who I had been when he was in my life.

And when I saw her now, I still felt that small tremor in my bones. But I didn’t know if the feelings were real or if they were the ghosts of something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I couldn’t believe I could still feel so drawn to him. 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.

Dusty put a hand on my cheek and looked straight into my soul. “I’ll love you until we’re dust, Camille Ashwood.”

There’s a reason that rearview mirrors are small and windshields are big.”

“And I know it’s different, but if I had a second chance to be with the person who felt like the sun and rain and air and everything, I would take it without another thought.”

There’s value in clinging to it and not letting it get away from you. The bravest thing you can do when you love someone is work hard to keep them—to hold on to them with everything you’ve got—and even when you loosen your grip, you don’t let go.” I

“I’ll love you until we’re dust.”