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I reached for it My hand trembled a little and I hoped he didn’t notice I was excited, part ofhe’d left it on my doorstep so that I could open it privately I knew that even if it were a rock, I would love it It didn’t matter to me as inside that box It was froonna hold it like it o ahead and open it?" he teased

"The wrapping is so pretty I hate tos at my lips

"Thanks I did it myself"

I wasn’t sure I believed that "Sure you did"

His eyebrows immediately shot up "Hell yeah I did, askpaper and the bow But I wrapped it Honestly, I did"

Now I didn’t want to ruin the wrapping even more I’d keep it like this forever

"Open it, Dix," he said, s to tear the paper I unwrapped it as gently as I could Sliding out the s my breath I quickly inhaled before I passed out in front of him and embarrassed myself even more

I lifted the top fro what it held inside It wasn’t because of the price of the gift or its beauty It was because he’d re about me that not many people knew

"How did you re silver charm that would now complete my Princess bracelet They discontinued it when I was nine years old, before I could complete my collection I’d cried that day when Momma tolda saw from Daddy and he’d seen eddeal todeal because The Little Mermaid had been ot my bracelet, but it was always sold out everywhere we looked

I’d forgotten all about that, but he clearly hadn’t That bracelet was still inits last char my eyes and I smiled as I held it in my hand like the priceless treasure it was to ets why," Asher replied softly

Asher Sutton

DALLAS HAD LET his black hair grow long and it was now pulled back in a ponytail When I ca it behind his ears, but it hadn’t been pulled back yet He had our randmother’s Native American skin tone, also like moave hi Mo drink frorin Dallas was clearly looking forward to Steel getting back because he thought ould fight And Dallas loved a good fight and placed bets on underground fights all the ti I didn’t know it

"You want another pie?" Mo over her shoulder as she dropped another pastry into the frying pan

"No, thanks, I’hihter

"Ain’t no fighting going on around here And you two stop rough-housing inat them both