Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

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

Nothing matters but the next bull. The next ride. The next win.

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 bulls came first. The ride came first. It always did, and it always will.

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.