Training the Heart (Silver Pines Ranch, #2)

by Paisley Hope

I lean up to the rail and watch her because fuck, watching Ivy with this horse is almost mesmerizing.

Once I put the dryer and brush away, Ivy fluffs her hair around her shoulders and smiles up at me. Oblivious to how she looks. Downright fucking stunning.

I won’t tell her there’s probably no risk of that. I’m pretty sure I’d cook for her anytime she wants.

Everything about Ivy Spencer distracts me and I’ve been doing my best to fight it for way too long. I just don’t know how much fight I have left.

“I’ve fucking tried, Ivy. But I’m just exhausted trying to pretend I don’t think of touching you every fucking second.

“Ivy, I’ve just never seen anything as pretty as you. You’re like a goddamn work of art, a masterpiece.”

“Fuck, I change my mind. I’d never want to fuck the sass out of you anyway, Trouble. I think it’s my favorite thing about you.”

Brad, and anyone else who ever made her feel like she wasn’t enough for one fucking second, needs to have his head knocked.

“Call me whatever you want, Trouble. But I’m not worried one bit. I’m not betting on the horse. I’m betting on you.”

I’ve realized in a very short period of time that no matter how much of Ivy I get it’s just never enough.

“The only hands that touch this beautiful fucking body are mine, it’s me you use when you need someone, got it? If I ever see another man’s hat on you again, I’ll be putting him through the floor with it.”

It’s taken me way too long to admit it to myself but I think I’m in love with Wade Ashby, desperately in love. And if I do, in fact, have to leave him and Silver Pines behind anytime soon, it might just threaten to destroy me.

One: I’m wildly in love with Ivy. I not only love her, I need her, the way the moon needs the sun to set every night just so it can rise. Two: There’s no me without her anymore, she just doesn’t know it yet.

I love her. I love every single goddamn thing about her and she just looks so beautiful, so mine.

“Yes, I said love. I love you, Ivy, and I don’t throw that word around lightly. I fucking love my world when you’re in it. I love working with you every damn day, I love talking to you, I love seeing what faces you’ll give me when I say something that shocks you, I love making your coffee in the morning and your dinner at night. I love when these lips curve up into the prettiest fucking smile that lights up my whole universe.” I kiss her lips again, hovering there. “Most of all, I love who we are together. I love us.” I say it as simply as I can.

“I love you so fucking much, Wade Ashby,” she says softly as a kind of peace I’ve never felt settles in my chest.

The funny thing is, I didn’t even need to hear it back. As long as she keeps on looking at me the way she is right now for the rest of my life, I could die a happy man.

“Are you aware that you’re pregnant?”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME