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“I said I'm fine.”
“And I heard you.”
Same Cole.
Two years without a word, and somehow he's exactly the same.
Bossy.
Quiet.
Infuriating.
Nathan adored him.
Sophie pulls on my hand.
“I'm hungry.”
Guilt hits me immediately.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
“I've got her.”
I turn.
Colin Shaw—Doc—is already moving behind the bar.
“No, you don't have to—”
“We own a tavern. Feeding people isn't exactly outside my skill set.”
“You own this?”
He gives me a small smile.
“Part of it.”
He looks at Sophie.
“What do you like?”
She hides behind my leg.
“Pancakes,” she whispers.
Doc nods seriously.
“Excellent choice.”
“With chocolate chips?”
“Even better.”
“Doc.”
The warning comes from Cole.
