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Her first full shift had gone well. Thankfully, it was a Wednesday night, one of the slowest of the week. Her sisters were mostly around somewhere, but Dorie was off with Ridge Hauffman, probably doing something that girl shouldn’t.

That whole Dorie-still-a-virgin thing? Probably not for long. Dylan had made a point of having the safe-sex talk with her sister again a few weeks back. She did not want to be an auntie from Dorie just yet.

Darcey was finishing up paperwork in the office and bitching about something Martin Tyler had said to her about a repair he had been quoting them. There might have been some yelling…

Those two—fire, fire, fire. Darcey should just drag Martin up to her room, get him naked, and boink him until all that fire was extinguished. Or they got whatever was wrong between them out of their system. Then Darcey could move on, and whatever was eating at her sister could be fixed .

Dylan was going to go home, find her cowboy, and snuggle close. Darcey was a doofus—she was wasting so much time. It was so obvious Darcey and Martin belonged together.

Dylan thought, at heart, Darcey was just afraid of being hurt again. Dixie had told her it had really hurt Darcey, what Martin had done a decade ago. It had impacted every romantic relationship Darcey had had since.

Martin still watched Darcey. Like he was starving. Whenever she didn’t realize it. He watched Darcey like he was absolutely fascinated by her. Dylan wished she could help somehow. Not that she would get involved—Darcey did scare the baloney out of her, after all.

Dylan’s car was right there where she had left it.

In the far corner of the family parking lot next to the new one Devaney had bought recently. She shivered and headed across the lot.

Her Tyler man was waiting.