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When Sawyer knocked on Remy’s front door, he braced himself for another go-around with Remy’s father Braxton. The door swung open to reveal Remy instead, and he released a breath.
“It’s you,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” Remy asked, staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “Are you crazy?”
Remy was in jeans and a tight white t-shirt, hair thrown up in a messy bun, and looking way better than she had any real right to. Sawyer ripped his gaze from her body and gave her a tentative smile.
“I’m here to talk about saving your farm,” he announced.
Remy’s gaze narrowed on him. “Keep your voice down!”
Sawyer glanced around behind him, then gave Remy a skeptical glance.
“Who am I hiding from?” he asked.
Remy opened the door all the way and shooed him back a step, then closed
