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I take a deep breath, pretending to fiddle with the bolt with my screwdriver

All the faces I care about flash through my head

Aunt Faye

Uncle Grady and Willow

Sawyer and Avery, my little cousins

Drake and Bella Larkin

Quinn and Tory Faulkner

Ridge and Grace Barnet and even Tobin the frigging butler

They’rehand one time or another What kind of rat would I be to cut and run before I’ve repaid them a hundred times over?

I stay here for them as much as I do for myself

I knohat Dallas is

This town is the only place I’ll ever fit in

A slahts I turn to see Drake walking up the front ay, his sheriff’s badge shining in the porch light

“Changing the locks?” he asks with a tip of his head

“Yep All heavy duty and reinforced with new bolts on the front and back doors” I nod respectfully, grateful he’s here to check it over