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Wyatt (Lucky River Ranch, #2) Wyatt by Jessica Peterson
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“Choose me. Goddamn, Sunshine, I’m dying for you to choose me.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“She holds up her hands. “Okay, okay. I won’t ask. One final piece of wisdom: people will make you happier than a job ever will.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“You’re not sick. You’re in love with Sally.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Nah, Sunshine. That ain’t how this is gonna work.” The playful, cocky gleam in his eye is back. “You date me, you don’t drive. You definitely don’t make the plans. I’ll buy some tickets. Then I’ll come grab you, and we’ll have some of that fun you been missin’. Sounds like we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“That day you picked me up, you said you’d be my sunshine anytime.” He searches my eyes. “What do you think about being my sunshine forever?”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“I’m tight with God, and I’ll have you saying his name often. Eventually though, I’d like you to say mine instead.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Coldplay is on.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Makes sense she’d have a serious jacket for those serious New York winters. Why anyone would want to live in that frozen wasteland, I don’t know.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Only I don’t feel very safe at all when I pat my lap and say to Sally, “Your seat is here.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“I am so fucking obsessed with you it’s not even funny.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Ask me for more. Please, God, ask me for the world so I can give it to you.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“He’s the one who’s the sun. The rest of us just float in his orbit, waiting our turn to bask in his warmth and attention.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Don’t make me say it. You know, Sunshine. You know I wanna be your guy.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“But it ain’t my place to make that choice for her, is it? Choose me. Goddamn, Sunshine, I’m dying for you to choose me.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“he holds on to the headboard with one hand and holds the other over my mouth. He pumps into me with a slow, silent savageness that has me curling my toes. “Make one fucking sound,” he whispers. “I dare you, Sunshine. I dare you to get us caught. What do you think your daddy would do if he saw us like this? His sweet little girl being fucked hard by her real daddy and liking it.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“I might very well end up a dead man if she does. Wanting her this way—being around her—is killing me. It’s torture.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“You wanna go big, I say you go big. Love your man out loud, friend. Live your best damn life out loud.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“that happiness is not success or big salaries, but community and caretaking and dating cute cowboys.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“I…want to feel something. I want to feel like time has stopped and I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like I don’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, because the experience of the kiss is so freaking delicious. I want to fall into it. I just…yeah, I want to feel.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“His accent gets thicker when he’s flirting. I realize mine does too. Guess you can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Sawyer peers at me. “Isn’t your nickname for her ‘Sunshine’?” I scoff. “Ha. Hadn’t thought of that.” “Move toward the light, brother. That’s all I’m sayin’.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“I want to be a cowboy.” I shove my hands into my pockets. “But I also want Sally.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“I’mma show you how fun is done. How it should be done.” He reaches over to put the cap back on the thermos and flashes me a handsome smile. “Hell, you’d better hope I don’t ruin you for everybody else, Sal, because I’m real good at this shit.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“No. Just questioning all my life decisions and wondering if I should live off the grid and raise alpacas instead.” “Assuming makes an ass out of you and me, you know.” A bark of laughter escapes my lips. “An ass joke. I get it.” “I do have a nice ass.” Don’t I know it. “What am I assuming?” I ask. “That raising alpacas would be fun.” “Ha.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Cowboys are a different breed. Makes me wonder what the hell I’m gonna do when I move back to New York at the end of December.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Checking out the cowboy across the bar, I have one thought and one thought only—Damn, I’ve missed this. Thick, tan, tattooed forearms rippling with muscle and crisscrossed with large veins—check. Stetson and a pair of broken-in Wranglers, which are topped off with a clean white tee that stretches across his broad chest and shows off his enormous biceps—check.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“Growing up in cattle country, you learn early that gambling is a way of life. You bet the rain will come and the rattlers won’t bite. You play the odds and hope you chose the right breed, the right time, the right pasture.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt
“At last, she says, “But you have to stay, Wyatt. You belong here.” “Not if you’re somewhere else.”
Jessica Peterson, Wyatt