Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

I normally knew how to respond to questions. But this guy was just so…pretty.

She also made coffee strong enough that it tasted vaguely like motor oil. But it always did the trick.

Sometimes, I wished I wasn’t so comfortable with going quietly, but I would just rather things be easy.

“Did you just admit she’s spoiled?” Gus asked. Amos shook his head. “Not spoiled, loved.”

I thought her sudden absence would make me feel empty, but I just felt normal. Maybe empty was my normal. It wasn’t the first time I’d wondered this.

“Hope is good, though, right?” “Depends,” I said with a shrug. “On what?” “On whether or not you’re hoping for something that’s never going to happen.”

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