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Caleb leaned down and hissed, “Hand over the keys, or I’ll make sure Emily never speaks to you again.”
I stood slowly. “The farm is not a wedding gift. And it is not yours.”
His face twisted.
The slap came so fast I barely saw it. Pain exploded across my cheek. My heel caught the floor, and I stumbled backward into a table. Glass shattered. Someone screamed.continue reading …
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