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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)

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Ryland Johnson has embraced the single life, dedicating himself to raising his son on his own.

Sutton with her blonde hair and soft smiles is carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Despite his own baggage, Ryland can’t help but be drawn to the pretty waitress.

He wants to protect her from her struggles, and when he discovers she’s been hurt, everything changes. He’s no longer willing to sit back and wait. Ryland is determined to show Sutton how he truly feels.

Now that Ryland realizes love is worth fighting for, will he be able to break through Sutton’s walls and claim the happiness they both deserve?

In a world full of obstacles, Ryland is ready to do whatever it takes to make Sutton his.

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PROLOGUE

RYLAND

One Month Earlier

“Goddamn, mother trucking son of a bitch,” I mumble beneath my breath when I see none other than Sutton Rawlins walking down the street.

“Son of a bischhh,” Case mimics me. Great, this is just fucking great. The preschool is going to have a field day with my boy if he so much as whispers the phrase I just used. The only problem I have with nipping it in the butt is, my boy repeated those four words without so much as a hiccup. Well, besides dragging out the end of the last one.

“Case, that’s not a nice word.” Holding back my smile and laughter while looking in the rearview mirror at my boy is damned impossible. I use a stern voice, and when his little lip wobbles, I know I made my point even though it’s tearing up my gut. “You’re not in trouble. Daddy shouldn’t have said it either.” I nod, and he returns the appreciation. That’s it. There’s no more discussion. Holding a grudge isn’t in my nature unless it’s Case’s mom. Then I’ll hold on to the anger I have for her until the day I die. How she could abandon my sweet boy, I’ll never ask her, and I’ll never know either. Thank fuck.

“Kay, Daddy.” Case turns back to the window and the reason for my harsh words to begin with. Sutton Rawlins is walking down the street, huddled into herself and the sorry excuse of jacket she wears when the weather is bitterly cold. Except she’s no longer Sutton Rawlins. She’s Sutton Sullivan, and her husband is a worthless piece of shit. I’ve witnessed firsthand how her brightness has dulled. No longer is she the happy-go-lucky, smiling-while-walking-around girl. I mean damn, I’m not either, but her light is completely sniffed out. And Shane Sullivan is the one to blame. The local hometown football hero isn’t what everyone expected him to be. How Sutton hung her lasso to him, I’ll never understand. Then again, I haven’t been through the hell she has either. My family rallies around when shit goes sideways. Sutton hasn’t had that, ever. Her mom did the best she could as a single mom working two jobs, her husband in the wind, a lot like Case’s biological mother. I refuse to call her his mom. Sure, she did the right thing. The way she did it though… Fuck, it could have been so much worse. Sutton’s mom did the best she could with what she had, and no one in town ever abandoned them, like when Mom noticed they needed new shoes. Or when the holidays were around the corner or summer came creeping up, Mom would load up the family, we’d have dinner at the diner, and she’d leave an extra tip. Then she’d go a step further: when no one was at the Rawlins house, Mom would leave care packages for the two of them.

That’s who Mom is, and when Sutton’s mom, Ms. Taylor, passed away, she stayed with Sutton until she was secure in knowing her friend’s daughter would slowly be okay. What no one expected, not even me, was her marrying Shane. He was a hometown hero of sorts, and everyone thought he’d go pro, but an injury ended his career early, and when he returned home from college, he set his sights on Sutton. My world was imploding with learning about Case’s speech delay at the time, which I took harder than necessary and closed myself off yet again.

“What do you say we give Sutton a ride home?” I ask my boy, pulling over ahead of where she’s walking.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he chants. We’re on our way home from preschool, and while the last thing I want to do is potentially see Shane, Sutton could use a break from life. The woman works more than anyone else I know. The only reason I’m aware of this fact is because my family is nothing but a bunch of Nosey Nellies, our mother being number one. Working down the list are my brothers and sisters-in-law. Dad is the only one who keeps things to himself, unless it’s about one of us kids, and yes, we’re still considered kids by our parents, even with us brothers varying in ages from early thirties to forties. Needless to say, I know more about Sutton than I’ve asked for, and my mother makes it her mission to remind me just how pretty she is. I know exactly how beautiful Sutton is. I thought about it before, and I still think about her now. But she’s wrapped up with the scum beneath my boot, meaning I’m at a damn standstill until something changes.

“You good?” I ask Case as I put the truck in Park.

“Uh-huh, I have a ssss…nack.” My boy picks up his granola bar in one hand, shaking it around. Undoubtedly, I’ll have a mess of crumbs and wrappers to pick up once we’re back home. It’d be a lost cause to deal with right now.

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His to Keep (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #5) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-to-keep-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-5-read-online-tory-baker Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:32:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/his-to-keep-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-5-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Tory Baker Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)

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He let her go once. He’s not going to let her slip away a second time.

Trey Johnson’s longing for his best friend’s younger sister, Sienna, has always been a source of heartache. He let her go to chase her dreams and spent every waking moment regretting his decision. Now that Sienna is back, Trey is ready to make his move.

Determined to win Sienna’s heart and keep her by his side forever, Trey is prepared to risk it all. He’s going to prove that his love is more than just words—it's a promise he intends to keep.

Are you ready for an over-the-top Alpha Cowboy in the next installment in the Rowdy Johnson Brothers? Sparks are flying and emotions run high! Buckle up and bring a fan, because Trey and Sienna’s story is bound to scorch the pages.

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PROLOGUE

SIENNA

Two Months Earlier

Home sweet home is how the saying usually goes for most. Not me, though, I’m a home is where the heart is type of girl. I’ve missed the smell of early morning sunrises, the sound of rain as it hits the ground, the animals slowly making their presence known from their own slumber, and hours like these. I can’t tell you which is my favorite—sunrises or sunsets. Cotton candy skies in the morning or evening, there’s really no way to choose which is better. What I do know is in Arrowleaf, Wyoming, it’s a million times better. My camera roll is full of two things: our farm animals and sky lines. When I was away from home and in a city where I felt no connection, the loneliness and homesickness settled in and stayed. City life is not for me. Maybe for a minute, the newness was fun, but it quickly wore off. Even my short trips back home for holidays and breaks weren’t enough to make it bearable. My heart always longed for home and my stomach was queasy ninety percent of the time whenever I went back to college.

The minute my college advisor told me I could graduate early by taking a few extra courses throughout the year, it was game on. A full six months ahead of schedule, and I’m home earlier than my brother anticipated, much to his dismay.

Amos Damien Ellison is a knight in shining armor. He raised me when he should have been starting his life. He did it all, helped around the farm more than most kids his age should have, going shopping when Mom had a craving and could stomach the thought of food after a long day after chemotherapy. Dad stayed glued to her side, doing the bare minimum around the farm, house, and myself. Amos kept at it, taking the brunt, and when I tried to help, he told me to stay near Mom in case she needed something. So, when the time came and Mom passed, he held us all together, and when Dad left this earth less than a year later, he did it again.

“This view never gets old,” I say to the bunnies who are hopping back to their den. There’s a whole family. Right now, it’s just the mom, and she only comes out twice a day. My raccoons haven’t come around lately, and yes, I call them mine. A lot of people, Amos included, call them nasty critters, when really, they do great things for the land surrounding us. Like eating rodents and reptiles that are pests, cleaning up dead animal carcasses, plus a whole slew of other stuff. This is where my love of all animals comes out. Maybe not skunks because of them spraying on you, but even then, that’s just their defense mechanism.

I watch as the sun rises above the mountains in the distance as I hold my cup of coffee. I’ve already done my share of what needs to be done even with Amos grumbling about me working side by side with him. He’s unrealistic in his way of thinking and over the top protective. I get it more than he knows. Amos wanted me to move away from our home in Arrowleaf, a place where maybe he felt I’d be trapped. The truth is this land has been in our families for generations and generations. Leaving isn’t something I need or want. Since I’ve been home, nothing has changed. The farm is still running the same. No, I take that back. Amos has this place fine-tuned with precision, literally. He’s pissing excellence with how amazing he’s done. There are more cattle than before Mom got sick or Dad passed. He’s made the Triple E Farm into something I know our parents would be proud of. Amos has kept himself busy, that’s for sure. The only downside of him taking on so much is now he’s all work and no play and not living a life of his own. I hate to say this, but my big brother needs to get laid. He’s like a ball of stress and a grumbling bear all wrapped in one. And while I’m a smidge grossed out thinking about my brother getting horizontal with a woman, he deserves to find happiness of his own.

“Son of a bitch.” I take my first sip of coffee, forgetting that Amos has the temperature set to scorching, and burn the crap out of tongue. I pull the mug away and set it on the railing, ready to throw it all out. Except I’m not a fool and my love for hazelnut creamer is endless. Amos says I’m gross by adding the over-sweetened sugary syrup to his overly strong bean water, and while he may like hair on his chest, I surely don’t.

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His to Claim (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #4) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-to-claim-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-4-read-online-tory-baker Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:05:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/his-to-claim-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-4-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Virgin Authors: Tory Baker Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)

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JW Johnson thought he was doing the right thing, keeping to himself and away from the pretty little baker in town.

She’s younger, a hell of a lot more innocent for the likes of him. He should leave her alone and keep his distance like he has been all along. She’s too good and too pure. Try telling that to the hunger he’s got buried deep inside of him.
Everything changes when someone starts messing with Maeve and her livelihood, Whisked Away. He’s stepping in, taking care of Maeve, and claiming what’s his. Forever.

This over-the-top, protective cowboy is ready to have his woman any way he can. Especially on her knees, calling him daddy and loving her with everything he’s got.

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PROLOGUE

MAEVE

One Month Earlier

“What did I get myself into now?” I mumble the words under my breath as the hostess leads me to the table. I’m on a date. I can’t believe I pulled the trigger. An online dating app lured me in late one night after I heard what JW told his brothers. Yeah, let’s just say it set tonight in motion. I never thought dropping off cinnamon rolls to the big lug along with a few other sweet treats for the Johnson ladies would result in me leaving the ranch as fast as my feet could take me.

“Here’s your table. Can I get you a drink while you wait?” I pull my chair out and take my seat. The palms of my hands are slick with sweat, so I rub them down the fabric of my high-waisted wide-leg turquoise pants. I paired the outfit with woven straw wedges and a floral thin-strapped blouse. The best part of these pants is you can dress them up or down. A band tee with a pair of Chucks, and you’re good to go.

“Yes, an Aperol Spritz. Please and thank you.” The steakhouse here in Arrowleaf is excellent. They have great food and great drinks. They also have amazing desserts, if I do say so myself. Whisked Away supplies them with desserts on a daily basis. Yesterday, it was chocolate cake, chocolate on chocolate and stored in the fridge because there is nothing better than a cold piece of cake on a hot summer day. Today’s special is cheesecake in three flavors—cherry, chocolate marble, and of course plain.

“You’re welcome. Would you like a water as well?” I nod in response, my thoughts a million miles away from where they should be, replaying the reason I’m here in the first place. His words settled in my stomach like a lead weight, making me feel like all his random orders, slight touches, or looks that had me flushing from my cheeks to my chest were nothing but lies. One sentence took it all away. “She’s pretty, makes great cinnamon rolls, but she’s too innocent for me.” All my hopes and dreams of being JW Johnson’s went out like a light. I left the cinnamon rolls and other pastries on the counter and quietly left the ranch. That was two weeks ago. It was also when I took the plunge to create an online dating profile.

You see, Tully, Birdie, and Juni may know how I feel about him, but they don’t know how JW feels about me. I didn’t say a word about what I’d heard. Girl code is one thing, but family is another entirely. Believe me, I understand the concept all too well.

I’m close to my parents and siblings. We eat Sunday dinners together and have a massive group text where we all check in daily. My two older sisters worry more about me than our mom and dad do. They’re currently tracking my location and made sure I knew to text them right away if the vibe was off. I’m what you’d call an ‘oops’ baby. Madison is thirteen years older than me, and Michelle fifteen years. They know what’s going on. Our parents do not. My sisters may be protective, but Dad can be next level, and Mom has no problem showing her claws when necessary.

“Hello there, you must be Maeve. I’m Clayton,” my date says, drawing me out of my stupor. I stand up to greet him, pushing my chair back, and only by sheer luck does it not slide into another table. While I once thought it was a cool deal to have chairs on rollers, I’m now second-guessing the idea entirely with my almost mishap.

“Hi, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Blond hair, brown eyes, a clean-shaven face, and a smile. Clayton is the exact opposite of JW in every way possible. Polo shirt to JW’s usual cotton shirt, khakis compared to jeans, and loafers whereas the object of my unwanted affection wears boots. I’m already re-thinking this whole date thing while shaking his hand.

No spark.

No tingling.

No clinching my thighs together to relieve an ache.

Nothing.

I take my hand back, slyly rubbing my hand on my pants yet again. Clayton isn’t giving off creep vibes. He’s just not doing anything for me.

“Hi, I’m Debbie, and I’ll be your server tonight,” the waitress says as she places my water and Aperol Spritz on the table. Thankfully breaking the awkward silence between Clayton and me.

“Thank you,” I say.

“What can I get for you?” She’s looking at Clayton, giving me ample time to drink some liquid courage. Michelle and Madison gave me a few pointers to keep the conversation flowing, each of them married with kids and yet living vicariously through their baby sister. All their advice has gone out the window now that we were face to face.

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His to Own (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #3) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-to-own-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-3-read-online-tory-baker Mon, 27 May 2024 20:57:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/his-to-own-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-3-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Authors: Tory Baker Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)

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The woman I crave more than anything wants nothing to do with me. I’m going to do whatever it takes to change her mind.

One night with Juniper and I hardly remember any of it. No wonder she’s pissed as hell, won’t talk to me or barely look at me.

I do what any Johnson worth his salt would. I take her away to my cabin until she’s ready to talk. One thing is for certain we won’t be leaving until I own Juni like she already owns me.

Who doesn’t love a work-roughened cowboy who finds a woman that will have him falling to his knees? Tory is back with the third brother in The Rowdy Johnson Brothers with an over-the-top alpha that sets the bar high in this insta-love, forced proximity, and accidental pregnancy romance.

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PROLOGUE

LAWSON

Six Weeks Earlier

“Fucking fuck.” My hand meets my cock, fisting it as a vision of Juniper Cartwright appears behind my closed eyes. I use the precum at the tip as lube with each pass of my hand and go back to imagining what I’m doing to the woman I’ve taken in every position in my head every damn night for months now.

Juniper on her knees, her lips plump from sucking my cock, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she’s got one hand at the base of my length as the other one cups my balls.

My body holding her up as I rock my hips in and out of her tight cunt while the backs of her knees hang in the crooks of my elbows. She's unable to move, helpless to the way I swivel my hips, hitting her clit the way I know she needs in order to come for me. And I’m the only damn man who will ever make her orgasm this hot and fast.

I’ve thought about how Juniper would look like riding my dick, allowing her to take over and find hers. My hands would be full of her tits, giving her the added pleasure in order for her to come before I ever did.

The fucking list is endless and enough to have me fucking my hand more than I care to admit. And my cock is getting damn tired of it not being Juni’s mouth, cunt, or ass. My dick pulses as I think about how tight she’ll feel wrapped around me.

“Son of a bitch.” A flashback of last night takes hold. We’re on the dance floor. Juniper is in my arms, my leg wedged between her thighs, and I watch as her eyes shutter closed. I could feel her heat through my jeans and her flimsy excuse of a skirt. Shit, that’s where things get fuzzy. Did she come for me in a crowded room full of people? Damn, if I missed her moaning my name, I’ll be kicking my own ass.

I imagine Juniper in my personal favorite position, fantasizing about taking her from behind. That’s not this particular moment though, I’ll have to save that for another time. I would’ve already had my way with her mouth, kissing her until she was breathless and leaving her lips plump and full. Juniper’s body would be arching into mine, rubbing her bare and glistening cunt along my abdomen, reaching for an orgasm only I can give her. Only when she’s consumed with need would I leave her lips. I’d taste her skin, nipping and licking my way to what I’m sure are the prettiest pebbled nipples my eyes ever saw. The rasp from my five-o’clock shadow leaving beard marks along the silky soft skin of her neck, marking her in a way every fucking man can see. I’d do similar to her tits, rubbing my chin and cheeks around each nipple, making it my mission to see if I can make her come while playing without anything else but my mouth and fingers on her tits. While my mouth works one nipple, my fingers would pinch and pull on the other.

“Juniper.” My body locks up, the base of my spine tingling in that all too fucking familiar feeling. I’m not ready to lose this sensation. There’s no way I’m rushing, not when I turn my head and smell her on my sheets.

Juniper Cartwright smells like a sultry summer night, spicy and sweet, with the slightest undertone of jasmine. All fucking woman and all fucking mine.

I don’t stop what I’m doing. There’s no damn way I’m not going to see this all the way through. I go back to jacking my cock. I’d work myself into her slowly, an inch at a time. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve got length and girth going for me, and I damn sure know Juniper can take me.

“Juniper,” I groan her name once again, more from the need to sink my dick inside of her than the need to come all over my stomach. Except there’s no stopping the build-up. My body isn’t my own when it comes to her. The need to protect her from herself, to watch over her, and to make her become mine is always simmering just below the surface. One day soon, I’m going to make her see exactly what she does to me. And I’ll do it while I’m buried deep inside her.

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His to Take (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #1) Read Online Tory Baker http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-to-take-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-1-read-online-tory-baker Sun, 21 Jan 2024 18:56:06 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/his-to-take-the-rowdy-johnson-brothers-1-read-online-tory-baker Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Tory Baker Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)

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I’m a man who knows what he wants and what I want is Birdie.

It hurt like hell to watch her leave our small town to set off and chase her college dreams. I let her go once, I’m not letting it happen again.

Now she’s home for good, and I’ll stop at nothing to keep her with me, always. Even if that means tying her to me in every way possible.

Are you ready for the first book in the Rowdy Johnson Brothers? Lane may be the youngest of six cowboys but he’s not afraid to go after what he wants, on the ranch, in the saddle, and the woman he loves.

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PROLOGUE

LANE

Four years and a few months earlier

“Lane.” I look up from where I’m working, already knowing the owner of that voice. Beatrice “Birdie” Robertson is making her way toward me, and the fence I was working on can now wait. She’s more than worthy of all my attention. I watch as she walks toward me while I stand up from my crouched state, taking off my hat to wipe away the sweat with my forearm before putting it back in place.

There’s no denying the attraction I feel for Birdie, from my heart to my damn dick. They both perk right up whenever she’s near. Hell, even if she isn’t around. The slightest hint of Birdie, and I’m ready to abandon whatever the fuck I’m doing and go after her. My eyes soak in her beauty, from her boot-covered feet to her bare shoulders. She’s in her normal attire for summer—a tank top of some type and cutoff jean shorts.

There’s a tight smile on her face, no longer relaxed like I left her in my bed this morning. That was after I woke her up with my cock sliding in and out of her tight heat. Leaving her naked and in my bed was hard as hell, especially in her fuck-drunk state and slowly falling back asleep, but I had shit to do, and if I'd stayed any longer, my brothers would give me a ration of shit.

“Babe,” I reply. I’ve heard her say my name in many ways—when she’s happy, when she’s worried, when she’s sad, and when she’s breathless. The last one being my favorite. Right now, there’s a difference in her tone. The outside world may think it’s full of joy. It’s not. Sure, she’s putting on a brave face and trying to hide the strain in her voice, and there’s no way I’m going to let something bring her down when I can fix it.

“Lane,” she repeats my name. She’s closer now, and I can see the tightness around her eyes and lips. Gone is the soft and pliant woman from this morning. My gut sinks as I think the worst. Birdie and her mom live on the neighboring ranch, one of the three, along with ours. Each corner butts up to one another. They only moved here to Arrowleaf, Wyoming, last year. Birdie’s mom bought old man Keller’s ranch when he was ready to retire. His kids didn’t want to take over the family farm, and as much as my family wouldn’t have minded adding to our own ranch, we had plenty of land and work. Mom and Dad are still very hands-on, as are my five older brothers. Now Ms. Robertson, Birdie’s mom, turned the old cattle ranch into a flower farm, and from what I can see and hear, it’s doing damn good.

“Baby, everything okay?” She shakes her head yet smiles, giving me not a fucking hint of what could be bothering her.

“Yes, no, maybe.” My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer as soon as she’s within reaching distance. Birdie’s hands rest on my shoulders, not caring a bit that I’m a sweaty mess. I dip my head. One thing for sure, I need a taste of her on my lips, and she needs to know I’m here, no matter fucking what. Her eyes close, a sigh escapes, and my tongue licks at her lower lip until she opens for me. I use my teeth to nip where I just licked, knowing exactly what she wants and needs. Only then do I allow our tongues to meet. She melts into my body, fingers gripping my slick skin beneath my shirt, and as much as it pains me to pull away, if I don’t, we’ll be doing a hell of a lot more than talking.

“Better?” I ask once our kiss ends.

“A little.” Her hazel eyes meet mine for a moment before she looks over my shoulder. Clearly, things are not alright, and it’s going to be me who pries it out of her.

“Birdie, you can tell me anything.”

“I know. This is just hard. I don’t want to have to pick between you and college, but there’s no other option, Lane. It’s stay here and go to the local college or take the full-ride scholarship in Colorado.” Well, fuck, no wonder she’s a mess of emotions.

“That’s fucking amazing. I’m so damn proud of you.” All Birdie has ever wanted to do is go to college, be the first one in her family to have a degree and walk across the stage with her diploma.

“Yeah, but that means I have to choose between you here or college in Colorado.” I’ll be damned if I make her choose between me or her dream. This sucks, big time, but what kind of man would I be if I asked her to stay?

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