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I should hate it, regressed to a damsel in his arms. But instead, my heart races. In his arms, I’m safe. I’ve always known that.
“Got it when you left. Needed something of you, needed you with me.”
“You missed me?”
“Baby, I fucking ached for you.”
“Damn fuckin’ straight. Soft for you. Every damn time.”
“You come to me.” My words are harsh, demanding. “I take care of my wife. No one else.”
How her name looks on the sole of my boot—fucking perfect.
“You take care of me, but I can take care of you, too.”
He belongs here. The thought hits me sudden and shocking. Fuck. I can’t help wondering if Wyatt would agree.
Charlie’s rugged face breaks into a smile. “Feel like I’m gettin’ the whole damn world,” he admits.
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
Fallon, you break my heart.
Gotta be Tripp the freak
“We’re all broken, but you don’t need to be fixed.”
“Because if it ain’t you, Fallon, it’s no one.”
When she had the entire town believing Wyatt shaved her head, I broke into her salon and shattered every mirror, sliced up all her chairs. Karma’s a bitch, but I’m bitchier.
“No. I only had two drinks…well, three, but I didn’t finish it. Reese drank it.”
Oh shit
“Do you feel that?” Her eyes search out mine in the dark. “Our heartbeats. They sync just like wild horses.”
“I’m from the south. When I say what did you say I’m not askin’ you to repeat, I’m askin’ if you’re good with Jesus, because you ’bout to meet him.”
“It ain’t always the cowboy who leaves, sir. Sometimes he stays when that somethin’ he’s been searchin’ for is found.”
Rule number one when it comes to Davis: Never fuck around with his family if you don’t want to find out.
The gall of the man to make me fall in love with him.
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. My heart, my stubborn, idiotic, stupid heart, has always been his.
Ugh. I need to get a new hobby that doesn’t include swooning after my husband.
Wyatt I get that your pissed, but use your head. Crazy did it on purpose so you’d leave the house
I do everything without Wyatt Montgomery. And it’s fucking miserable. Like there’s a gaping hole in the pit of my chest.
She’s an addiction. I’ll never tame her. I know better than to try. But I did that night.
“This is yours, too.” I glance at Davis. In his hand is a letter. Dusty and crumpled, it looks the worse for wear. On the front is my name in Fallon’s bold script.
This time, I go first. I love you.
“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.”
“Ride the sky, baby.”
Ford slings an arm around me and leans in conspiratorially. “Y’all realize we’re lucky bastards, and the second they come to their senses, we’re all fucked.”
“Nah, man.” I crack a grin. “Cowboys get the girls.”
“I will never leave you,” I tell him. “Not again. Not ever.”
I’ve been in this exact position before. Trapped in a room with a man. But Tripp’s also a man who’s trapped in a room with me. I’m feral, and I’m ready to rage. I’m done waiting.
