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If a father had so little love for his daughters, why was a friend, at best, so willing to risk himself to protect her?
“Telling me would be much easier,” Noah said drily.
It sparked a lick of irritation through her. She didn’t care for this man of such few words ordering her around. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You aren’t my keeper. You aren’t even...” She trailed off, because it wasn’t true. No matter how quiet and stoic he could be, he had become her friend. Someone she relied on. Someone she worked with to keep the Carson Ranch running. It had given her so much in three short months, and she’d pictured Seth growing up here, right here. A good man.
Just like Noah.
Noah was her friend. Something like a partner, and wouldn’t that be nice? Wouldn’t that make all this seem possible? Which was why she couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She’d made a promise to herself. No one else got hurt in this.
“Noah, the truth is, I care about you.” Far more than she should. “I care about all of you—Laurel and Grady and Jen and...the lot of you who’ve made me feel like this was home.” She glanced toward the window, but she’d closed the curtains. Was someone out there? Waiting? Would they attack? “But the kind of danger I’m in is the kind I can’t bring on all your heads. I couldn’t live with myself.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” he said, still standing so close and so immovable. Like he could take on the evil that was after her. “I think you’d do anything, risk anything, to keep Seth safe.”
Her chest felt like it was caving in. Because he was right. She would do anything. She didn’t want to bring the people who’d been so good to her into the middle of it, but what if it was the best bet to keep Seth safe?
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