Wyatt (Lucky River Ranch #2) Read Online Jessica Peterson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Lucky River Ranch Series by Jessica Peterson
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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My stomach dips. I put a hand there in the futile hope I can catch it. “Wow. I…don’t know what to say to that. I know he’s never really had a serious girlfriend, but I had no idea he hasn’t dated.”

“Not until you. He wants to be with you, Sally. For the long haul. I know it. You know it. We all know it.”

I want to tell her she’s being ridiculous again. Want to protest, say I don’t believe my relationship with Wyatt could become so shockingly, suddenly serious.

But it has. And I do believe Wyatt is in it for the long haul.

As if I need further evidence, my phone chimes. Pulling it away from my ear, I see that it’s a text from Wyatt, asking if I remembered to take another dose of Advil to help with my soreness.

Now the question isn’t does he want me, but how do we make this work?

“I want that too.” I keep my voice low. Mom and Dad have the TV on downstairs, but I can’t risk them hearing me. I want to figure this out on my own without their meddling. Dropping my head into my hand, I whisper, “What do I do, Mollie?”

Mollie thinks on this for a beat. “You follow your heart.”

“My heart wants Wyatt. That’s easy. It’s the whole I’m-moving-a-thousand-miles-away thing that’s hard.”

“It was hard before things started up with Wyatt though, wasn’t it?”

Swallowing, I nod. “I love Hartsville. I love the family and friends I have here. I’d love nothing more than to stay.”

“Then why don’t you?” Mollie asks softly.

I scoff. “If only it were that easy.”

“What if it was? Cash and I figured it out. You and Wyatt can too. We’re in the middle of cattle country, for crying out loud. There’re more horses per square mile than there are people. And isn’t your job, well, taking care of horses?”

“It is, yeah. But I like a challenge. Something I haven’t seen or done before.”

I can picture Mollie nodding.

“I get that. You want a job that’s going to challenge you, but that also feeds your soul. The position at Ithaca University definitely challenges you⁠—”

“But it doesn’t feed my soul one bit. In fact, it makes me feel kinda dead inside.”

This is the first time I’m walking through this out loud. God bless Mollie. She’s super smart, and if anyone understands the ambitions I have, it’s her. She operates a gigantic cattle ranch and owns a cowboy boot company. She also understands that work has to have meaning in order for it to be enjoyable. Or at the very least, worth the sacrifice.

“Right. So let’s take Ithaca University off the table. Are you comfortable with that?”

I glance at the door. “My parents are going to flip their shit.”

“They’ll get over it when they see how happy you are in your new job. How do you feel?”

Honestly? “I’d feel, God, so relieved if I didn’t have to go back to New York.”

“There’s your answer.”

She’s right.

Mollie is absolutely right.

I’m terrified to turn down the job. I’m also already mentally drafting my resignation letter, which makes me feel—again—relieved. Facing Dad won’t be easy. Disappointing my mentors and professors will suck. You know what will suck more, though? Living a life that’s not mine.

Deep down, I know a life in Ithaca isn’t right for me, even if Wyatt weren’t in the picture. He’s just making that decision easier, clearer.

“Maybe that’s the right move.” I hardly believe what I’m saying. “What do I do about a job, though?”

“We brainstorm. Talk to everyone and anyone in a hundred-mile radius. We’ll come up with something. We always do, don’t we?”

She’s talking about the little found family we’ve made on the ranch—how, come hell or high water, the Lucks and the Rivers and the Powells work together to find a solution and make things work.

I feel all mushy inside, knowing they have my back.

Dad and my professors will forgive me. But I’ll never be able to forgive myself if I don’t go after what I want.

I want to stay in Texas and be with Wyatt and rock some sort of veterinary surgeon position that doesn’t require me to sacrifice my happiness.

“We do figure it out, yeah,” I say.

I hear the smile in Mollie’s voice when she replies, “Keep the faith.”

I climb into bed at seven thirty. Not super early by ranch standards, but compared to last night’s late bedtime, it makes me feel like I’m in third grade again, when Mom and Dad would put me to bed while it was still light outside.

I’m beat. I can barely keep my eyes open as I read a book on my Kindle. But when I shut off the light at quarter past eight, I can’t fall asleep. Mostly because I’m thinking about what I’d be doing right now if I were in Wyatt’s bed instead of my own.


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