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He wasn’t letting Honor out of his sight, but being at the festival would require a lot more planning to keep her—and everyone attending the event—safe.

“I’ll go to the festival with her,” he assured Felicity. “And we’ll make sure we have our bases covered for you just in case.”

Honor’s shoulders dropped a measure in relief. “Then we’re all set. We’ve done everything we can do to keep us safe.”

“Not everything. Hand over your phones. I’m going to add a tracking app to them.”

She issued a low protest. “That’s a little much, don’t you think?”

“Not up for debate,” he said, sternly cutting off any argument. “We’re not taking any chances.”

And for the first time in a long time, Gray felt that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t have to lose anyone else.

Not on his watch.

Chapter Thirteen

Honor inhaled deeply, letting the crisp morning air fill up her lungs and head with the scents of fresh hay and the pine she was beginning to associate with the smell of the mountains.

The open fields sprawling all the way to the mountains on the Black Heart Ranch provided the best view she could ask for this morning.

For the first time in days, a sense of contentment rolled through her.

She hadn’t seen a single sign of Sully. Neither had Felicity. And those security cameras captured every car, pedestrian or pet within a half-block of her sister’s house. She was pretty confident that if Sully had been in Willowbrook at all, he was long gone now.

There were no lurking shadows. No familiar vans parked on the street.

And that cracked window… Her mind wanted to make excuses for the incident, telling her it had all been a fluke, a mistake she forgot she made. But Gray would never get something like that wrong.

At least now she could relax a bit. With Gray’s security measures in place, she doubted anyone would try anything funny now.

As she stepped up to the barn door, she ran her fingers over the weathered wood. When she entered the dim interior, she almost slammed into the person coming out.

Gray’s sister tossed her long, messy braid over her shoulder and rubbed a gloved hand over her forehead.

Honor let out a chuckle. “Sorry, Willow.”

“No problem. Happens all the time. Actually, just this morning I ranright intoDutch, one of the vets in the program. I swear that man is always turning up in my path.”

Honor eyed her, wondering if that was strange to Willow, but she didn’t show any sign of it being anything but normal around the busy ranch.

“Are you and Gray going on the cattle drive this weekend?”

Willow’s question changed her thoughts onto another path. She was now being lumped in with Gray. Honor and Gray. Gray and Honor. Doing things together. Attending cattle drives.

“That sounds like a lot of fun, but we’re going to the festival.”

“Oh, how fun! I’ve been to that festival in years past. It’s big.” Her gaze moved over Honor. “Do you want to take the jet?”

She blinked in shock, rocking on her heels. “Jet!”

Willow shrugged, all casual, like taking a private jet was the same as taking an Uber. “It makes travel fast. No sitting in traffic.”

At that moment a shadow fell over them. Honor felt the warmth of the sun on her back fade but a different sort of heat flooded her.

Gray.

She pivoted to see his eyes narrowed on Willow. “We won’t be taking the jet.” He took Honor by the hand. “C’mon.”

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