Page 46 of Wrangled and Tangled (Raven Peak Ranch #1)

A fter cleaning him up the best I could, we lay there, covered in nothing but stars and a quilt. Heath snuggled in my arms, with his head on my chest. For a long time, neither of us speaks. What words could be uttered after a declaration like that?

His soft snore sounds in the quiet night air, and I let him sleep, watching his dark lashes fan out across his cheeks.

Looking up into the starry sky, reflecting on how we got here, I smile.

I wasn’t looking for love that day when I let Lucy drag me to the rodeo, but love found me in this twenty-five-year-old, never-say-no cowboy.

Letting him sleep for about an hour, I gently sway him awake. “Hey,” I smile down at him, “We should get back.”

He nods and stretches like a lazy cat, brushing his muscles against me. Chuckling at his not-so-subtle approach, I kiss his nose and pull my clothes from where I discarded them.

He watches me with the quilt loose around his hips and a sleepy smile on his face.

“Come on, Cowboy,” I swat at his legs, “let’s go get our little girl and go home.”

His smile grows, and he scoots to the edge of the truck bed. “I like the sound of that.”

Kissing him slowly, I know Pearl’s looking down on us, happy that Briar and I found someone to love and care for us just like she did.