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.

Go get Fallon. Bring her home. And then… Tell her everything I’ve been wanting to say for the last four years.

“She is family,” I snarl and give the doctor a hard shove and a glare. “She’s my fucking wife.”

“You stayed on that bull for seven seconds.” Wyatt’s soft, soothing drawl rolls through me better than any pain pill. “Nobody could believe it. They couldn’t breathe. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. You were the wind. You rode the fucking sky.”

Fallon takes a shuddery inhale and shrugs. “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.” “Wow,” Reese says. “Romantic.”