Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

Fucking distraction. I shut the heavy hay door.

Oh boy is he getting himself into a tizzy, this is gonna be so great in about 150pg when he breaks

When I step into the quiet, poorly lit bathroom, I’m overwhelmed with a familiar, drunk-girl urge. Text him.

so incredibly real, get it girlie

“I know you drove all the way to town because I sent you dirty texts… so I’m trying to rally. But, fuck, I’m exhausted.”

sadly, equally as real

“I decided I’m fine with being your second husband because I’ll be your last.”

woof, this boy is playing to win

Kyson?” His stupid name feels like a razor blade cutting its way up my trachea.

it always should have, that's the dumbest name of all time

Austin’s horse, Jubilee, isn’t even fully whoa’d up yet and he’s leaping to the ground. Dust clouds around where he lands, and he strides toward us with a fire in his eyes. “You okay, darlin’?” he calls out to me.

woof part 2, I would literally melt seeing this