Seeing Red (Wells Ranch #2)

by Bailey Hannah

Even still, I’ve never let the fear of being punched in the face stop me from making bad decisions before, so I shut the truck down with a shudder, stride up to her front door, and ring the bell.

Beryl smiles. “I swear, you boys all strut around here like a rooster parade, but the minute a good woman practically falls into your lap, you lose your heads. Both of them. Think with your heart—not either head—and you won’t mess it up.”

“Not saying you aren’t crazy anyway, but that doctor was a motherfucker.”

“Wow, that shut you up.” She breaks the silence after God knows how long. How long have I been thinking about Cass riding a silicone dick? “Mention a toy and you get so insecure you can’t function or what?” “Nah, I’ve done some team roping, sweetheart. I have no problem working with a teammate. Sometimes you need a header and a heeler.” That shuts her up.

“If I’m a growly old farm dog, you’re a barn cat. If I keep feeding you, I doubt you’ll go anywhere.”

“Think you can handle a girl?” “Fuck yeah, I can. We’ll paint our nails, then go work cows together.” “You’re going to paint your nails?” The way I’m blubbering, I feel drunk. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Painted nails, hair bows, whatever she wants. Not ashamed at all of being wrapped around her finger.”

“I didn’t say it because I expect you to say it back. You don’t ever have to. I-I’ve never loved someone before, so I don’t know how to do this sort of shit. But you’re the only one for me, and I can’t keep lying to you. Can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way. Whether you want it or not, my heart belongs to you. Please don’t hate me for it.”