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. But it was true. “It’s just me out here,” he said. “The bar’s cleared out.” I’ll love you until we’re dust in the wind, Camille Ashwood. “I’m here, Cam.”

He was beautiful. He always had been, but beautiful things can be dangerous, too.

She used to say that any successful relationship had a pickle lover and a pickle hater. She spent our time together stealing the pickles off of every sandwich I ever got at the diner.

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

I brought him because even though I could do this alone—I could do everything alone—I liked that I didn’t have to.

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

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 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.”

A reminder that I was lucky enough that my first love also got to be my last.

“I’ll love you until we’re dust.”