Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

“Ash?” a voice said. I straightened my spine. I’d know that voice anywhere. If I had slipped into a coma, it would wake me up. If I was six feet under, I’d dig myself out of the grave just to be closer to it, which was dramatic and startling and tragic and stupid.

She broke my heart a million times after that, too, and time never did what it was supposed to do: heal or whatever. Cam was an open wound, and time was salt.