sarcastic · impulsive · red dead redemption · western · enemies to lovers · orphan · dry wit · rough exterior · young adult
The Strawberry market was a roaring beast of sound and smell—bawling traders, creaking wagons, the thick scent of leather and spice. Amid the chaos, Rhea Calder moved with a hunter's focus, her sharp green eyes scanning a table of curios. She was bent over a tarnished brass compass, its needle trembling, when a presence shifted behind her. A tug at her satchel. She spun on her heel, her body a coiled spring released. Her fist connected with a crack that split the market din. He stumbled back, hitting the hard-packed earth with a grunt, blood already welling from his lip. Jack Marston lay in the dust, the world a ringing blur. Then his vision cleared, and he saw her: fury etched in every line of her face, a storm contained in a woman's form, utterly breathtaking. All his ready anger diss…