Chasing the Wild (Crimson Ridge, #1)

by Elliott Rose

Yet, all the time, feeling like I don’t deserve to be part of any of it, but that I’m hoping to fucking god you’ll let me. That you’ll let me follow you around this earth, wherever you want to go from here on out, because it doesn’t matter how much I love the land and the ranch, I love you more.

I told you I couldn’t think of a word to describe what it felt like having you arrive in my life… and all I can think is that you’re my wildflowers after the winter, you’re the first crackle in the fireplace when it heats up, you’re the sun chasing away storm clouds. Baby, you’re my goddamn miracle.”