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*Wade* N"Two months!" Chase barks as he drops into the leather chair behind his desk. He looks at me, grimaces slightly, turns the chair, and stares out the distant window. "It'll be at least two months before the circuit preacher gets back here." I shift in my chair on the other side of the desk, grateful Briony is upstairs taking a bath. I'm accustomed to Chase grimacing whenever he's in a fit of temper and looks my way. When he isn't in a fit of temper, he remembers that he can't stomach the sight of me. I know the reason Chase prefers not to look at me. It's a testament to Chase's love and strength of character that he's never thrown the reason in my face. "I got her here as fast as I could." I say. Chase leans back in his chair and raises a dark brow. "You just happened to find a
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