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“Too late. We’ve got witnesses now.”

We walked back in, hand in hand, and they clapped.

Dad pulled me into a hug. “They would have loved Max,” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded if I knew if I spoke, I would cry.

Jake gave Max the kind of handshake that hadjustenough pressure to say “Don’t screw this up.”

And Nate grinned. “I’m just glad I’m not ready to find myself in a serious relationship.

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s because there aren’t many single women up here.”

He smirked. “Tell me about it.”

Max pulled me close, kissing my temple. “Are you ready to start forever?”

I smiled, leaning into him. “I already started.”

The End

Coming Soon… Nate’s Story –The SEAL on Frasier Mountain, Book Three

He wasn’t looking for trouble.

He found her anyway.

And she came with a goat.

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Nate

Icame to Frasier Mountain for peace and quiet, and to be with my Seal buddies. We had a High-Security guard and rescue, and a couple of the guys and I had a car shop where we worked on old collector vehicles.

I stood outside when I saw a goat barreling across the trail behind my cabin as if it were late for a date. I barely had time to register the tiny bell around its neck before it headbutted my leg and kept running.

I stared after it.

Then I heard her.

“Pancake!” a woman’s voice echoed through the trees, exasperated, honey-sweet southern accent, and somehow both furious and adorable.

Another second passed before she appeared—boots unlaced, braid half out, a smear of dirt on her cheek, and a small mason jar of what Ithinkwas lotion in one hand and a net in the other.

Anet.

She spotted me, skid-stopped like a cartoon, and narrowed her eyes.

“You didn’t touch him, did you?”

“…The goat?”

“Obviously.”

“I mean… he headbutted me, so I think he touched me.”

“Damn it, Pancake,” she muttered, blowing a curl out of her face. “He’s got a thing for legs. Sorry about that. His favorite thing to do is head butt legs.”

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