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I grin. “Oh yeah?”

He smirks. “Yeah. Especially when you’re looking at me like that.”

My heart flips.

Mack groans. “Oh my God, just kiss her already.”

Walker grins. “Well. Can’t argue with that.”

And before I can process anything, he leans towards me and kisses me, right there on horseback, with the sunset behind us while we’re on our horses.

Maggie claps.

Cami swoons.

Poppy yells, “Hallmark worthy.”

Mack, already typing, mutters, “This is so going viral.”

And me? I just melt into Walker, surrounded by the chaos, the love, and the absolute insanity that is Bridger Falls.

Because this? This is home.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Chapter 39

Walker

There are two things I never thought I’d do in my own bar:Sing karaoke. And sing karaoke with Violet.

Yet, here I am, standing in front of a microphone, hand-in-hand with my girl, while her entire family cheers us on like we’re about to win a damn GRAMMY.

“This is a mistake,” Violet mutters under her breath, shooting me a glare as the opening chords of "It's Your Love" by Faith Hill and Tim McGraw play through the speakers.

“You say that now,” I murmur, squeezing her hand. “But wait till I blow you away with my vocals.”

Eli snorts from the bar. “Boy, we already know you can sing. Get on with it.”

Maggie, who has appointed herself the official karaoke hype woman, waves her beer. “Less talking, more singing, lovebirds.”

I glance at Violet, whose cheeks are already pink from the whiskey and the fact that every single person in this bar is watching us.

“You gonna leave me hangin’, Red?” I tease.

She squares her shoulders, eyes flashing like she’s ready for afight. “Hell no.”

And then I look into her eyes and start singing.

And damn if I don’t forget my own name for a second.

Violet leans into the mic, voice sultry and teasing when it’s her turn.

I swear to God, she winks at me, and just like that, I’m completely gone.

The crowd leans in and watches, swaying to the music. I think we did the song justice.

Caroline and Eli clap like proud parents at a school recital. Mack stands on a barstool, waving her arms like she’s at a stadium concert. Cami and Maggie? They’re already betting on whether we’ll end up making out on stage.

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