Ride the Sky (Runaway Ranch, #4)

by Ava Hunter

So, yeah, cowgirls don’t cry. But they sure as hell are ready to get the fuck out of Dodge.

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

I’m a dark shadow, and he’s sunshine.

“I go first. I go fucking first, Trouble, and don’t you forget it.”

“You missed me?” I purr. “Baby, I fucking ached for you.”

My girl. My fucking girl who pushes more times than she pulls, can soothe my broken soul with just one touch.

“Because if it ain’t you, Fallon, it’s no one.”

“Our heartbeats. They sync just like wild horses.”