Ride the Sky (Runaway Ranch, #4)

by Ava Hunter

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.

But anyway. This time, I go first. I love you.

“We hate each other’s fuckin’ guts, but we’re not real great with anyone else, so we decided we’re gonna grit our teeth old-married-couple style and ride this bitch into the grave.”

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.

But when you finally face death, you swing.