Off to the Races (Gold Rush Ranch, #1)

by Elsie Silver

Sometimes silence is what a person really needs.

“If you ever use me or my horses to win brownie points in your billionaire-baby sandbox, I will bury you there myself. Are we clear?”

And thank you? A fucking thank you? After we both just completely incinerated each other? With chemistry like that? I don’t think so, Billie.

She looks like no other man should ever enjoy this view again.

And then because I’m not as mature as I like to think I am, I toss out, “There’s a text from your mom.”

“Let me redefine that line you keep talking about: you are more than my employee and I am more than your boss. I’m done giving you space that we both don’t want. It’s not at all complicated. You’ll work with me during the day and underneath me at night. Every night. There will be no tiptoeing. There will be no running. There will be no one else.”

I’m tired. Tired of running, tired of planning, tired of pretending I don’t want him. My resolve crumbles as my head races. He’s right. Nothing else matters.