Fearless Enough (Love In Montana #1) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Love In Montana Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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“I will never understand women. And I have no idea why she is so mad at me,” Ryan said.

We stood there for a moment and Ryan slowly shook his head. “A few years back, at one of the charity dances your dad and Dirk put on, I danced with Morgan. I flirted a bit with her and she flirted back.”

“And you think that’s why she’s pissed at you?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, I think it was the next day.

Turning to glare at him, I growled. “Explain.”

He laughed. “No, nothing like that, dude. Emma Myers, you remember her, right?”

“Yeah, you guys were like an on and off kind of thing.”

“Well, that same night of the dance, I ran into her leaving. She suggested a mindless hook-up, and I was a bit…wound up.”

I raised my brow. “Do I want to know why?”

“Probably not.”

“Okay, it’s noted that you’re attracted to my sister.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Emma stayed the night. I was giving her a goodbye kiss on my front porch and looked up to see Morgan there. The look on her face about gutted me. She looked so hurt, and I didn’t know why. She just turned and walked away. After that, she acted like she couldn’t stand me.”

His eyes lifted to meet mine. “If I thought at any moment that Morgan had feelings for me, I wouldn’t have flirted so carelessly with her. Or I guess what I should have done was maybe ask her out. I don’t know, she was still in college and your baby sister. I was confused.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “I get it, Ryan.”

“That was a few years ago, why is she still pissed about it? If that’s what it is about.” He pushed his hand through his hair. “Shit, I don’t understand women. I have no clue what women think. Want. Need. I’m completely fucking lost.”

I scoffed. “Join the damn club.”

“What are you going to do about Georgiana? If I remember right, the last words she uttered to you were something like fuck off, you arrogant asshole.”

“Yeah, I think it was something along those lines. Listen, if she offered to come here and interview the family, then I’m going to guess she’s gotten over it. I have.”

He laughed under his breath. “Really? And I hate to break this to you, but I think your dad said you were in that article somewhere too. A piece about why you’re not bull riding anymore?”

I pushed my hand through my hair. “Well, she can try all she wants. I’m not giving her an interview.”

“And if she brings up what happened between you guys?”

I drew in a deep breath. “I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” I reached over and grabbed my cowboy hat.

Ryan lifted his brows as he gave me a look that silently said good luck.

Chapter Two

GEORGIANA

My phone alarm woke me, and I sat up and fumbled to swipe it off. Dropping the cell phone next to me, I looked around the hotel room and let out a long, slow sigh. The last three days had been nothing but a nightmare. I’d been in New York City for fashion week, then to Paris for another fashion week. Then once I got back, my father informed me about a great opportunity to write an article for Sports Monthly. I had a feeling he had something to do with me getting the interview. A part of me hadn’t wanted to take it, but I took the assignment anyway, only to find out at the last minute I was going to Montana.

“I can’t believe I’m back in Montana,” I whispered as I flopped back down on the bed. And the worst part was, I had to see Blayze. I honestly thought I would never see him again.

“Ugh! Why do you hate me, cruel fate?”

I closed my eyes and let out another long breath. Blayze Shaw. The memory of the first time I ever met him popped into my head.

My mother took my hand in hers as we walked up the steps to the large stone house. “Georgiana, you’re going to love Montana. The Shaws have all kinds of horses to ride and a little boy the same age as you. And Brock rides bulls like your daddy does.”

“What’s his name?” I asked, looking at the large double doors that waited for us.

“Blayze,” my father answered. Then he laughed. “He’s a chip off the old block.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

My mother chuckled. “It means he’s just like his daddy.”

“Oh,” I said while Daddy rang the doorbell. A real pretty lady answered and hugged both of my parents, then bent down to look at me.

“Hi, Georgiana! My name is Lincoln. I’m so excited to have you staying with us!”

Smiling, I reached my hand out to her. “It is an, um…it’s a…”


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