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Wrangler's Rescue (The Montana Cahills, #7) QUOTES

Wrangler's Rescue (The Montana Cahills, #7) QUOTES

1 " It had taken Cyrus a while to come out of his shell. One of those “aw shucks, ma’am” kind of cowboys, he was so darned shy she thought she was going to have to throw herself on the floor at his boots for him to notice her. But once he had opened up a little, they’d started talking, joking around, getting to know each other. Before he left, they’d gone for a horseback ride through the snowy foothills up into the towering pines of the forest. It had been Cyrus’s idea. They’d ridden up into one of the four mountain ranges that surrounded the town of Gilt Edge – and the Cahill Ranch.
It was when they’d stopped to admire the view from the mountaintop that overlooked the small western town that AJ had hoped Cyrus would kiss her. He sure looked as if he’d wanted to as they’d walked their horses to the edge of the overlook.
The sun warming them while the breeze whispered through the boughs of the nearby snow-laden pines, it was one of those priceless Montana January days between snowstorms. That’s why Cyrus had said they should take advantage of the beautiful day before he left for Denver.
Standing on a bared-off spot on the edge of the mountain, he’d reached over and taken her hand in his. “Beautiful,” he’d said. For a moment she thought he was talking about the view, but when she met his gaze she’d seen that he’d meant her.
Her heart had begun to pound. This was it. This was what she’d been hoping for. He drew her closer. His mouth was just a breath away from hers – when his mare nudged him with her nose.
She could laugh about it now. But if she hadn’t grabbed Cyrus he would have fallen down the mountainside.
“She’s just jealous,” Cyrus had said of his horse as he’d rubbed the beast’s neck after getting his footing under himself again.
But the moment had been lost. They’d saddled up and ridden back to Cahill Ranch. AJ still wanted that kiss more than anything. "

― B.J. Daniels , Wrangler's Rescue (The Montana Cahills, #7)

2 " Sheriff Flint Cahill had been thinking about how quiet Gilt Edge had been lately, when a call was put through to his office.
“Sheriff Flint Cahill?” a man asked in a West Indies accent.
“Yes? How may I help you?”
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Your brother Cyrus Cahill?”
“Yes.” He sat up a little straighter, holding the phone tighter.
“He has disappeared and believed to have gone overboard.”
“Gone overboard?” Flint repeated thinking he must have heard wrong.
“Yes, he has fallen off the cruise ship he was on.” Flint shook his head. “I’m sorry, who did you say you were?”
“The police commissioner here on the island of St. Augusta in the Caribbean. "

― B.J. Daniels , Wrangler's Rescue (The Montana Cahills, #7)

3 " If we’re going to die, I want you in my arms. "

― B.J. Daniels , Wrangler's Rescue (The Montana Cahills, #7)