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She got closure on her past and could finally move on.

And even if Angela deserved to serve more time, it wouldn’t have changed anything about what already happened.

So waiting to go back until our wedding was the best choice because it gave me the chance to have a start fresh there.

The worst part was coming home and back to reality.

But I know we'll go there again soon.

Warren and Maisie made certain of that.

Epilogue

LANDEN

ONE YEAR LATER - NATIONAL FINALS RODEO

VEGAS, USA

“Here she comes, folks! Ellie Donovan. Fourth-year NFR qualifier in her comeback year. Look out, she and Ranger are the ones to beat!” the emcee bellows out across the packed arena.

Ten consecutive days of competitions with fifteen of the top racers in the country and today's finally the tenth and final round. We'll find out who wins the championship based on everyone's average time.

She's placed high for almost every round and has won a few of them with decent earnings and prizes. But now, she's in the running to have one of the fastest average times and win the whole championship.

I know she's exhausted after the past two weeks of traveling, press, and racing. She's running on pure adrenaline and has a thirst to win I've never seen before.

It's the most nerve-wracking thing I've ever watched.

I'm so damn proud of my wife.

As soon as the music blares through the speakers, Ellie and Ranger sprint into the arena and the crowd cheers louder than I've heard them all week. She's decked out in her signature sparkly pink hat and boots, one of her new buckles, and she put her hair back in pigtail braids today.

Everything about her is stunning.

“Let's fucking gooooooo!” Noah screams at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down while holding a large sign that readsFinish faster than a man and you can't lose!

A little inappropriate considering this is supposed to be a family event, but it’s hilarious, nonetheless. I'd expect nothing less than my sister, honestly.

Standing next to her with Magnolia on my other side, we watch as she flies around the first barrel effortlessly before charging to the second.

We continue screaming for them, but then I hold my breath as they wrap around the third.

I exhale when they clear it.

Thank God.

“Go, go, go!” I shout with Noah as they bolt to the finish line.

Everyone looks at the screen.

“Thirteen point three seven!” Noah shouts—more like screams—in my ear as she jumps.

“Holy shit…” I whistle. “That's her fastest yet.”

“There's no way that doesn't bring her to number one, right?” Magnolia asks. “That was like the speed of lightning on crack!”

“She's currently at the top for this round, but it depends on how the other girls do. Once everyone races, they'll determine the tenth-round winner and then their final averages,” Noah explains to her. “I'd say it's very close though.”

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