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GRACE
I swiped at my brow, tucked a long strand that had come loose from my braid behind my ear. My emotions were restless. Unsettled.
Instead of remembering the look of Father and Travis bleeding and writhing, nor their sounds of anger and pain at being shot, I couldn’t get the other two men out of my mind. The rugged build of the dark-haired sheriff. The strong jaw and muscled torso of the other. Both of them appealed to my feminine senses and that had never happened before. I hadn’t even realized I had any. Until them.
These lingering thoughts did nothing to ease the heat that had built within me, and it wasn’t from the strong sun. I crouched down beside the creek’s edge, letting my fingers dip in the cool water, watched as a leaf floated by, swirling and working its way downstrea
