Holding the Reins (Silver Pines Ranch, #1)

by Paisley Hope

I cried like a baby on the plane because I left my Kindle at my condo…correction,

hide in my cabin with a book.”

“Just don’t settle, baby. Find a man that will move heaven and earth for you. A man that knows your worth. You should be his entire heart, always.”

I can’t wait to be old, you get away with everything.

There is just something about a rugged man in a pair of jeans and cowboy boots, and his tattered cowboy hat ready to shade his face from the sun.

“Fuck it—” he growls as his hands grip my face and he presses his lips to mine.

Fuck the stars, there’s nothing more beautiful than her.

I don’t have any girly hair elastics or anything that even resembles one. I improvise. I reach over and pull dental floss out of the bathroom drawer and break a piece off tying it around the bottom of her braid in a bow.

So, I keep holding the reins and wait for the next day to come.”

I love this woman. I love this woman like I’ve never loved anyone or anything. I love her more than the sun on my face rising over the mountain, the feel of fresh ice under my skates, or hoisting that cup over my head. I love my little firefly like I have no other option, and the truth is maybe I never have.

Love can be here one day and the next it can all go up in smoke.

She’s on hold on the phone and reading from her beloved Kindle.