Between the Pines (Black Springs Ranch, #1)

by Amber Palmer

But red was my favorite color, and I had a stubborn streak a mile long.

I was a simple man with simple beliefs. I’d never held much stock in that lovey-dovey bullshit people clung to, talking about soulmates and destinies. It was just a way for folks to feel better about their lives. But this woman? Something told me she could make me a believer.

In a world filled with fuckboys and one-night stands, I wanted a true love—the kind that would last when looks faded and health deteriorated.

The stars in the sky had nothing on her. She was a mess—a beautiful fucking mess I wanted to get lost in.

I’m supposed to be a gentleman, and you’ve got me thinking about being everything but.”

“Break up with that piece of shit you call a boyfriend, and I’ll tell you every sordid detail. Then, when you’re writhing underneath me, just like you are right now, I’ll make good on every word I said.”

There shouldn’t be a reason to apologize every time we had a conversation.

All I know is some things are certain—the sun will set, it’ll rise again, and you’re it for me. That’s just the truth.”

Lincoln held me like he had the night I’d broken down chopping wood, giving me a soft place to land. He was a shelter from the storm, keeping me safe in his arms. Come hell or high water, he’d make sure nothing touched me. I was allowed to break and build myself back up again without fear of condemnation.

“You’re a good man, Lincoln Carter. One of the best.” Lincoln gave me a soft smile. “Only for you, darlin’. Only ever for you.”

Some people like the burn. It numbs whatever’s got you reaching for the whiskey.”

Each time his lips brushed mine, I felt my walls crumble a little bit more, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t mind the destruction it left in its wake.

How could I not be okay with him at my side? Knowing there wasn’t a damn thing anyone or anything could do to keep him away from me? My mind was the last hurdle we had to overcome, and I was going to run that bitch over with my truck so we didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

“You know, I used to think there wasn’t a soul alive who was good enough for my daughters, but I’ll say this, son…” His gaze shifted to Lincoln. “I’ve never been so happy to be wrong before.”