Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

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

Cam was an open wound, and time was salt.

My mom was as subtle as a gunshot.

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.”

“You know I’m allergic to cats, Ted,” I said. She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why you can’t just grow up and pop a Benadryl like an adult.”

“Terrance Tucker!” she yelled. “Have you been keeping this from me?!” I went still when I heard my full name and looked down at Cam, ready to apologize for not thinking, but she was smiling. She laced her fingers through the hand of the arm that was hanging over her shoulder—keeping me there. When our eyes met, she shrugged. “Wait a second,” Teddy chimed in. “Your real name is Terrance?”