Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

Dedicated to everyone who’s ever looked at two rivals and thought: “Why not both?”

Doesn’t know how he threw me away for the sport like our years together didn’t mean a damn thing. Like I was just some stepping stone he could crush on the way to the top.

And the worst part? He walks around like he doesn’t get why I’m still pissed. Like I didn’t bleed for him too. When Callie left, I lost her. But when Mav chose bull riding over everything else. We lost us.

“Maverick Lincoln Kane and Colt Wyatt Lawson…” Her voice wavers, less a crack of thunder now, more a quiet plea. “How did it get like this?”

The only one who could tame two reckless boys who thought they were untouchable. But we fell apart without her.

That’s why, when Maverick and Colt told me they were serious about competing, I did the only thing I could. I ran.

They’re opposites. Sun and moon. Fire and water. Yet somehow, always orbiting each other.

God broke the mold with Callie Harper. Nothing and no one has ever come close.

We follow because we always have. It’s in that moment I know: Callie Harper could tempt the devil with her smile.

“Whatever’s between me and Colt stays between us. Touch him again and you’ll wish a bull stomped your goddamn face in.”

“That’s it. Breathe, baby. Come back to me. You’re doing so well. Just like that.”