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Megan looked at the barn, finding her father walking toward them His clothes were clean and unwrinkled Obviously, he’d donehis hands dirty

He climbed the steps Kissed his wife first Then dropped a kiss onto Megan’s forehead “How are you and ?” he asked

She sreat”

Dadhis ar?”

Of course he would notice that “I switched up the shifts at the bar I’m home earlier now”

“Makes sense,” he said, surprising her by being so agreeable “You et tired”

“So tired,” Megan muttered

Moan’s hand “I’You’re going to be such an aan—”

Squealing tires stole the tears rising in Megan’s eyes She turned in their direction, finding Nash’s truck speeding up the driveway, billowing dust behind him

The truck came to a sudden stop, and Nash was out the door a second later, leaving it ajar “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?”

Mo somewhere”

Yeah, so did Megan Her lips parted to step in, when she was an had seen him hate her father before But this was different Dad had done soivable She knew it, and deep down she had a bad feeling that what he’d done had to do with all the probleuest ranch

She slowly looked at her father His face was growing redder by the second No, this couldn’t happen again No

“You’re going to answer for what you’ve done,” Nash snarled