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“Ouch!” Hawk Chesney’s uninvited guest gave an unladylike yelp as Prim got down to business, swabbing the jagged edges of the ugly cut on Miley’s forearm.

Knowing it must sting like crazy, Hawk curled his upper lip at her. “Thought you said you were gonna cry like a baby — not squawk like a chicken.” He was trying to make her laugh. Or mad. Anything to distract her.