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“Brax and Tim are on it. Miami PD is on the lookout. And we’re here for six more days. No need to hide out on the ranch.”

“Thank you for today. For spending time with Chase.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Told you I like him.”

“You did.” Emotion floods me. It’s all I can do to tamp it back and focus on his blue eyes that I now know he got from his father. That detail seems inconsequential in the big scheme of things, yet it’s still intimate. I swallow over the lump in my throat. He’s given me so much today—I want to give him something back. “Being with you all this time, I’m getting a little attached.”

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. “Attached isn’t a strong enough word.”

“Mama!” Chase’s voice echoes through the old, beautiful mountain home.

I smile and whisper, “I’m really glad you like him.”

Micah’s smile swells. There’s a relieved peace in him I haven’t seen since we got here. I wonder if it has to do with today or the news about a man named Delcan Braim. “I really like that he’s a deep sleeper. Tonight, right here on your back, baby. You’ll be naked and wrapped around me with my cock buried in you. And that’s only round one. I can’t wait.”

I lick my lips. “You’re a planner.”

“I am now that I know what it’s like to have an older woman in my bed.”

I smile and shake my head as Chase stomps up the wood stairs like a T. Rex.

Micah kisses me one more time before standing straight and pulling me up with him. “At least we can hear him coming. He’s his own cowbell.”

I barely get the door open when Chase comes barreling around the corner. “What’s going on?”

“Tess said it’s supposed to rain tonight and that I could pick a movie and she’d make popcorn!”

“I’ve got some work to do before dinner.” I feel an incognito hand land on my lower back and slide down my ass for a quick feel before he slides by us in the hallway. He looks back at me and smirks. “Take a shower, Evie. You smell like horse poop.”

Chase cackles as he runs back down the stairs to ask someone else a million questions.

28

BREAKFAST IS GOING TO BE AWKWARD

Evie

The weather has turned cool and rainy the last couple of days. I’m more grateful than ever that Cadence is a heavy packer by nature. I’m prepared for any weather and could stay for a month without having to wash or repeat an outfit. My sister’s mentality is that if we can travel on the private jet, our bags should be heavy and many.

I’m wrapped in a blanket and tucked into a chair in the deep front porch looking out to the mountains of Montana. I take a sip of my coffee as I watch my son follow Micah back and forth across the yard through drizzling rain.

Hank had to leave town for a few days for business. Hank is a man of few words and only says what he thinks. Even so, the house seems quieter without him.

We’re on day five of my escape to Montana.

Two more days.

Two days of no patients.

Two days of safety.

Two days of no anxiety.

Two days of Micah, completely and wholly.

We spend every waking minute together with Chase.

And when the house settles in for the night, I slip across the hall to his room to spend the night lost in us.

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