Ride the Sky (Runaway Ranch, #4)

by Ava Hunter

I was born to roam. My veins are highways, my heart’s a map, and fences will not keep me in.

Trouble. That’s what Fallon was. All kinds of gorgeous, devastating trouble.

A cross between a knife and a woman, that’s Fallon McGraw. Sharp, angular, violent.

It makes tears spring to my eyes. It’s what always softens me, slices at me. The utter kindness of Wyatt Montgomery. That he’s a cowboy who’s true. Who helps. Who always has been there when I’ve needed him. And what do I do? I treat him like shit. I’m a coward, an asshole, and so undeserving of him I hate myself.

She’s a cowgirl in every sense of the word. Barefoot and beautiful and tan as buckskin. Barbwire dipped in gold. An angel with a busted halo. And she’s ready to roll.

Her eyes widen. “We don’t kiss.” “We do now,” I tell her right before slamming my lips to hers.

Our first kiss. My destruction. They’re one and the same.

My trouble. My cowgirl. Love of my life, and I’d have it no other way.

“Do you feel that?” Her eyes search out mine in the dark. “Our heartbeats. They sync just like wild horses.”

Wyatt and I—we don’t complement each other. Instead, we pair. Two halves. Synced heartbeats. Like those wild horses. I was always meant to be with him. Even if I fought it. Even if I lied to myself. Even if I ran.

I look around the table at my friends. These women who will never let me fall. Tears fill my eyes. Last year, hell, even months ago, I believed I didn’t deserve them. But now… now… “I’m so glad I have you,” I say thickly.

“If you get hurt, I get you better.” He steps into me, catching me in his arms. “If you fall, I catch you. If you win, I fucking cheer. If you fight me, I fight you back.” His silver-blue eyes never let me out of his intense gaze. “That’s how it works with us.”

He truly is my best friend, my partner, my soul. With Wyatt, I never feel tied down. I feel free.