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She leaves me stunned. And when I glance back down at my open palm, it hits me she’s long gone. I have no idea what her name is, and I’m still here . . . Holding her panties.
as you should be cade
“Cade is the panty guy?” “I’m not the panty guy,” he interjects, but Summer and I ignore him.
Older guys. They’ve always done it for me.
me too
“I’ll have what she’s having.” I hike a thumb at Willa and give Bailey a terse smile. Bailey blushes and drops my gaze. I’m not sure how the hell she works here. She’s young and painfully shy.
bailey is so me. when am i going to get my beau eaton.
Because that much is true. The girl is growing on me, like a vine wrapping up around an old oak. And for once, I’m not sure I mind.
“Red,” I whisper-shout. Her head flips in my direction, her eyes twinkling. Because, if nothing else, Willa Grant is a shit disturber, waltzing into my life and complicating it without even trying. Looking all pleased with herself over it. With a wink over her shoulder, she shoots off, running from me. And something primal in me roars to life. I chase her.
oh to be a city girl playing hide and seek tag with a man 13 years older than me in a hay field
We’re watching some cartoon, and I wish I could say what it was about, but I’m altogether too aware of Cade puttering around the house. Cleaning. Fixing stuff.
cade waddling around the house finding things to fix JUST so he doesn't lay on the couch with the two of them is so funny to me
I pull into a spot where it’ll be easy to unload my horse. My ranch horse that Willa and Luke spent all week grooming like she’s a show pony. Her dark, speckled coat is glistening. There’s not a tangle to be found in her mane, not a burr in her tail. I think they even put oil on her hooves. I’m not sure that Blueberry has ever looked this good in her life.
HIS RANCH HORSE'S NAME IS BLUEBERRY.
It’s busy and these country boys are protective as hell. Only proven further by the way Rhett moves down a row and Jasper sends me in first, opening one arm wide and gesturing me through before following behind me. When we’re seated, Luke is beside me and we’re flanked by two tall men. Worse things have happened to me in my life.
oh to be flanked by two tall men; one a rodeo-show cowboy prodigy and the other a six-foot-four hockey boy. manifesting for my future PLEASE LORD.
And there he is . . . warming up and looking sexy as hell. Shoulders held tall. Black hat. Black shirt with silver snaps. Black chaps. Black boots. Even Blueberry matches him. “I wonder if he has a favorite color?” I ask to a chorus of laughs. “He looks like Cowboy Batman,” Rhett says.
and he's wearing all black. cade eaton is too much.
I’d get off on watching someone as steady as Cade completely lose it.
i would too girl. can we make that happen? SOON?
“He’s probably going to need a massage tomorrow,” Jasper tosses back. “Willa can do that for him,” Luke slides in casually. And we all freeze. Rhett looks like a goddamn dog with a bone. “Oh yeah? Have Willa and your dad been swapping massages?” “No. Just beds.” I make a choking sound, and Jasper holds a fist up over his mouth.
luke causing unintentional drama is the funniest thing
“The gall. The absolute gall to complain that I smell like the man you shipped me off with, who was nothing but a gentleman. The man who, under different circumstances, I might have had fun with because he’s a fun fucking guy. But instead, I spent all night stewing over you, Cade Eaton. You and your grumpy fucking face, and your stupid broad shoulders, and round Wrangler ass. So . . . fuck you.” My finger pokes him in the center of his rock-hard chest. “And double fuck you for being jealous when you have no right. If I smell like him, you smell like bullshit.”
i want to be willa grant please give me her game card
I sprint heroically around the well and get my fingers right up in Cade’s ribs. He squeals. He straight up squeals, and it is the least manly noise I’ve ever heard come out of such a manly man. We’re all laughing like lunatics, but Cade is stronger, taller, faster—meaner. And somehow, he tosses Luke over one shoulder and hefts me up over the other one. Luke slaps at his back in breathless hysterics. “Let me down!” Tossed over the opposite shoulder, I reach down farther and slap his ass, which just makes Luke laugh harder.
i love them. like. i've never wanted kids but luke with willa and cade is changing my mind.
Willa: Hey, Sum, has Winter responded to any of your messages? Summer: No. I keep sending them anyway. I know she’s reading them. Why? Willa: Because she’s our doctor tonight. Summer: How does she look? Willa: Sad.
i'm a winter apologist. she didn't know any better help my girl
The little red house with a freshly poured sidewalk out front. The little red house with a sweet dark-haired boy strumming his guitar on the front step. The little red house with a man who makes my heart race and my cheeks heat just by scowling at me the way he is now. And I have to wonder if it’s not a scowl at all. Because the expression is so full of love, so full of longing, that the muscles in my chest seize and I rush to park so that I can be out of this vehicle and breathing the same air as them. My boys.
"MY BOYS" I WILL CRY.
