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I bury my face in his shirt and breathe him in. Hay and cedar and future.

After a while, we sit on the fence rail under the new sign, my head resting on his shoulder, fingers tangled together.

He presses a kiss to my temple and whispers, “We’re home, Wilder.”

And for the first time in a long time, it truly feels like home to me.

Chapter 36

Jack

Ends of the Earth by Ty Myers

Sheriff Matthews pulls up in that dented county cruiser like it’s been to war. Dust kicks up around his tires, and the second he climbs out and fixes his hat, I know something’s up. He’s here in a professional capacity.

“Jack,” he calls. “Cami around?”

I glance toward the barn where she’s saying something to Love and holding a half-empty feed bag. Her hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed, and she’s somehow the most beautiful damn chaos I’ve ever seen.

“She’s around,” I say. “What’s this about?”

Matthews sighs and adjusts his belt like he’s about to step into a minefield. “Better if I talk to you both.”

“Hey, Sheriff,” Cami says as she walks up. “What’s going on?”

Matthews clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. “Got a complaint this morning. From Granger.”

Cami crosses her arms. “Tell him to file it under ‘not my problem.’”

Matthews coughs. “He claims you pepper sprayed him.”

Her eyes go wide. “Excuse me? This was weeks ago, and he came at me with a knife in my barn. Now I know I should have reported it, but why is this just now being reported?”

“Once the video went viral, he came forward to claim that you pepper sprayed him. But I suspect because he’s facing losing his ranch. He’s desperate.”

The image of Granger anywhere near her has my jaw tightening.

Cami scoffs. “I didn’t pepper spray him.”

Matthews winces. “Cami…”

“I didn’t! Technically.” She lifts her chin. “I used bear spray.”

Matthews just stares.

Cami throws her arms up. “He was trying to break the windows out of my trailer! What was I supposed to do, make him a coffee?”

I bite back a laugh and rub a hand over my mouth.

“It was acontrolledspritz,” she mutters. “More of a warning mist.”

Matthews doesn’t even try to hide the smile. “He’s trying to press charges. Says you ‘violently attacked’ him.”

“Oh, please,” Cami says. “He tripped over his own boots and screamed like a baby when he ran. I never physically touched him. If anyone’s pressing charges, it should be me. He spray painted my trailer.”

Matthews pulls out his phone and scrolls. “I wasn’t gonna make a big deal out of it. But then… this happened.”

He turns the screen toward us, and Cami leans in.

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