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Owen exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “Someone filed a claim against her right to Page Turners. She got a call from her lawyer yesterday.”

My stomach tightened. “Who the hell would do that?”

Owen shook his head. “Don’t know. But it’s serious. Someone’s saying she doesn’t legally own the store, that there’s some kind of claim that puts everything in question.”

Mason let out a low whistle. “Jesus.”

I clenched my fists. “What the fuck ishappening?”

Owen shrugged.

Mason crossed his arms. “You think Lawson’s behind this?”

Owen met my gaze. “If I had to bet? Yeah. I know she didn’t get a name, but I can bet it’s him.”

I gritted my teeth, my pulse pounding.

It made sense. Too much sense.

Aurora wasn’t from here. She didn’t have deep roots. That made her an easier target. He had already confronted her at the festival.

“He's trying to force her out first,” I muttered. “Start the ball rolling.”

Owen nodded. “Either that or he's just making her life hell until she gives up on her own.”

Something hot and sharp twisted in my gut.

I hated this.

“She's thinking about leaving,” Owen said quietly, like he could hear the thought in my head. “Sooner rather than later.”

I snapped my gaze to him. “Leaving?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “She said she doesn’t know if it’s worth fighting for. Between the store, the legal mess, and the pressure from her boss in the city… She's torn.”

I inhaled through my nose, forcing myself to stay calm.

Mason let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “So what's the plan? ‘Cause I’m not about to sit around and wait for Lawson to make another move.”

I nodded. “Nate suggested a town meeting. Get everyone together. Make sure Lawson knows we’re not rolling over.”

Owen tilted his head. “He’d show up to that, you think?”

Mason smirked. “Oh, he’d show. Guys like him love the sound of their own voice.”

I crossed my arms. “Good. Let him talk. Let him try to sell his bullshit. It'll just make it clearer to everyone exactly what he's after.”

Owen exhaled, tapping the note against his palm. “Alright. Let’s do it. Let’s call the meeting. But we need to make sure people actually show. We need business owners, longtime residents, anyone who gives a damn about Medford.”

I glanced between my brothers, something solid settling in my chest.

This was our town. Our home.

And we weren’t letting Lawson take it without a fight.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Aurora

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