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“Deal,” I say. Then, with a grin, “Now let’s go find our little troublemaker before she burns the ranch down.”

Reggie smirks, brushing hay off his jeans. “Already ahead of you, brother.”

As we step out into the Arizona sun. Maybe, just maybe, we can hold this fragile peace a little longer.

“Drago totally set us up with that one bed ranch, didn’t he?” I ask.

Reggie chuckles. “You know what? That was my first thought when I saw the place. Over a thousand acres and we get that. No way. It’s a set-up.”

I knew it. And that’s why Drago didn’t catch the flight with us.

I’ll get him back one day.

58

BELLA

The sound of their voices hits before I even see them, rough laughter drifting up from the yard. For the first time in days, it doesn’t sound angry.

I step out onto the porch, sunlight biting at my eyes.

They’re both there.

Rowan has dust in his hair, his shirt rumpled.

Reggie’s lip still split, knuckles scraped, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.

They look… whole again. And I don’t know whether to cry or collapse. Just being around them for the short time that I have, it’s clear their bond is everything to them. That one of them can’t do life without the other.

And the guilt of tearing them apart would have broken me.

For a heartbeat, no one moves.

The wind hums against the fence. The horses snort in the distance.

I want to run to one of them. I want to run to both.

But my feet stay planted, heavy with the weight of everything we’ve done to each other.

“Hey,” I manage, my voice catching on the word.

Reggie’s gaze softens first. That quiet warmth he hides from the world flickers through for just a second.

Rowan follows, his eyes tracing over me like he’s making sure I’m really here.

I swallow hard. “Did you—are you two okay?”

Reggie glances at Rowan, something unspoken passing between them.

Rowan smirks. “He took his time untying me.”

I huff out a nervous laugh, brushing hair from my face. “You deserved it.”

“Yeah,” he admits. “Probably did.”

“You’re just as bratty as me sometimes,” I tease him, and that makes them both grin.

Then it goes quiet again, that fragile silence that always sits between us. Too full of words none of us know how to say.