Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)

by Amber Palmer

To everyone who’s ever been told they were too much - They were wrong. Be loud. Be radiant. Be unapologetically ambitious. Be yourself.

They were all strong enough to survive, but his loss would be a wound that’d never fully heal.

“Well…” she drawled. “I think we know why he did the show for free now.”

“Christ, you don’t play fair,” he bit out. “You’re a fucking brat who is used to getting your way.” I smirked. “Sure am.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re the one in control anymore.”

“As long as you need.”

“Because you’re the only one I want,” as I let sleep pull me under.

I might have fallen in love after just one night, too, but I wasn’t talking about the goddamn mattress.

“That what the kids are calling it these days?” He shook his head. “Back in my day, we just called it knockin’ boots.”

“Did the two of you finally bang?” Josie finished, whisper-shouting as she leaned on the table. Bishop choked on his beer, turning just in time to spew it out on the grass and not the steaks. “Well, I’ll take that as a yes,” Cleo mumbled under her breath.

I paused, turning around and giving him a wink. “You always told me it was better to be a smartass than a dumbass.”

“Heard he went and fell in love.”

And then he dropped to one knee. The fucking knee.

“That’s fucking obvious, son,” Dad scoffed. “I’m deaf, not blind.”

“Undefined friends with benefits,” Lincoln offered.