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"Damon."

I kept talking, telling her everything she needed to know, "—buying me out. I love the ranch, but⁠—"

"Damon!" she snapped.

"What?"

"I'm staying."

I searched her face, afraid to believe what I’d heard. "What?"

"I talked to Deacon."

"Deacon?"

She nodded. "About moving headquarters. We've been discussing it for a while. Ever since he moved to California. There's no reason the company has to stay where it is. We're moving operations here."

My brain stalled. "Here?"

"Well, Portland. I don't think your cattle would appreciate a corporate office in the pasture."

"You're serious?"

"Completely."

"You'd do that?"

“For us. Yes, I would.” She nodded, and I could see that there was still fear in her eyes as she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I’m all in."

Something inside my chest broke wide open. I grabbed her. Lifted her clean off the floor. And held on.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, laughing as I buried my face against her throat.

I whispered. “I love you.”

"I love you, too."

I tightened my hold. For the first time since I walked out of the hospital emergency room ten days ago, I could actually breathe.

She pulled back enough to look at me. "Sorry if I interrupted something."

I frowned. "What?"

"You came running in here like your hair was on fire."

I grinned. "Oh. Yeah. I was going to the airport."

Her eyes widened. "Why?"

"To find you."

Her jaw dropped. "Wait. Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Her head fell back. "Nooo."

"What?"