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The little vultures.
Gerald sighed.
"Can we talk?"
"No."
"Sadie—"
"No."
His jaw tightened.
For the first time, I saw something beneath the charm.
Something ugly.
Possessive.
Controlling.
I knew that look.
I'd seen it overseas.
Seen it in criminals.
Seen it in men who believed the world belonged to them.
And I didn't like seeing it directed at Sadie.
Not one damn bit.
Gerald took another step.
I took one too.
His eyes found mine.
Message received.
He stopped.
Good choice.
For a long moment, nobody spoke.
Then one of the ranch hands whispered loudly.
"Uh oh."
The other boy elbowed him.
"Shut up."
"I'm just saying."
Gerald looked annoyed.
