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The second that her father shut the front door in Sawyer’s face, Remy turned and fled. Racing through the living room and kitchen, she ran right out the back door toward the tractor shed.
Flimsy corrugated steel, leaning precariously in some places, it was a silly place to take refuge. Still, Remy skirted around the shed, hiding out from her family. She sat on a big pile of firewood, pressing her face into her hands.
Sawyer Roman, knocking on her door. How many times had she dreamt of that moment?
And yet, the reality of it, seeing him again… she’d gone cold inside, breaking out into a sweat. The fantasy of Sawyer, remembering his touch and the way his smile lit her up inside, that was one thing.
His presence in real life, showing up unexpectedly at the farm…
That was another thing
