Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

Camille, I’m sorry. I couldn’t do it. Graham

Thats rude af but also good riddance.

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.

I’ll love you until we’re dust in the wind, Camille Ashwood.

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

Greg

WHy does no one know this mother fucketrs name?

I just missed his hand on me—like I had for the past decade.

I had thought that if I could just make this one choice, maybe I’d feel more confident as I walked down the aisle and married a man I didn’t love.

“I don’t even know if I can start over because I don’t know if I ever actually started in the first place.”

My feelings for Cam were like an earthquake and its aftershocks. When they started, they were big and overwhelming, and once the main event had passed—once we’d gone our separate ways—I’d learned to live with the way they still shook me up at unexpected times.

Second chance romances hurt my shriveled up heart

I’d never really wanted for anything that could be bought, which I was grateful for, but I wanted plenty for the stuff that couldn’t.

I wondered if she still had hers.

Shes got a Dusty tattoo??????

He also had apples, peanut butter sandwiches, goldfish crackers, and blue raspberry sour straws.

Shut up this boy set up a picnic for them

“And now apparently you’ve sent more than ten thousand texts per month since October. I’m seeing a pattern.”

TEN THOUSAND???

Stella taught me that the family you choose is just as important—sometimes more—than the one you’re born with.

Dusty wasn’t the only man I’d ever loved,

BUT YOU'RE THE ONLY WOMAN HE'S EVER LOVED

Would I ever stop hurting him?

My mom had a gleam in her eye that I couldn’t quite place.

Yeah because she obviously built it for her. This woman is diabolical and i'm here for it

My mom’s purse was on the chair next to her, so I had no choice but to sit by Cam—not

This woman. I'm obsessed

It was like both of us decided to be content with pieces of each other, so I just had to stop my mind from imagining what the fuller picture could look like if we ever tried to put those pieces together again.

“Mom takes me to the coffee shop after lessons. You could probably come if you want. She likes you.”

This fucking kid

“What do you want to negotiate?”

“Bedtime,”

“You just gotta know what to ask for—like if you want to stay up thirty minutes ...

“...

“Because then you can knock your parents down like this guy does to his customers.”

Stop this is too fucking adorable

I liked that I was going to be his first and he was going to be mine. My last, too. I knew it.

I can feel the cracks in my heart right now

“I’ll love you until we’re dust, Camille Ashwood.”

I was hoping this might help change my parents’ opinion of me.

SHowing up with your high school boyfriend whom they hated is a fantastic way to do that

You’re a privilege, Cam. Being in your presence is a goddamn honor.”

“Do you have two rooms for the night?”

Two??? NO. Stop it Dusty

Your history is still part of this picture, but it’s less important than where you are now. There’s a reason that rearview mirrors are small and windshields are big.”

“I can’t think about the fact that I might have to leave it in a year. It feels like mine.”

But Dusty is totally the new owner or will be if the lady dies.

“Yes, you did. But you should have stayed gone.”

SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT

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.”