r, remembering the good times, excusing the bad. I' d paid for dinners, gifts, even helped her family out when they were in a bind, all because I th
sorrow. They thought I was weak, a puppet. Th
nds. Mr. Thompson, our ranch foreman, a man who' d been more of
etched with concern. "E
eady. "My grandfather, he had a pact with the Ha
nd old Mr. Hayes, yes. Haven't heard that spoken
o activate it. Get me everything you
of understanding in his eyes
r' s office, I saw them, Britt and Dylan, swanning out of a ridiculously expensive boutique. Britt
t fake, dazzling smile. "Ethan! Darling! Look w
t. "Just a little somethi
xcuse me, Mr. Miller? Mr. Dylan Miller?
g to panicked in a second.
"Oh, Ethan, darling, could you? Just t
ectation that I' d just cough up. The old Et
ght in the eye. "N
faltered
ttled red. "That credit line you' ve been enjoying? The one linked
o that!" Dyl
e 'loans' you've taken from me over the years? I' ll have m
pretty pout was gone, replaced by a fla
t," I said, turning to walk away. "A
almost worth the years of f
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