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Laurel
“You must think I’m a total i***t,” I said as we stood on the path in front of my parents’ home. “I mean, I feel like one. Gosh, to not have realized when they had me sign those papers that they were signing over the company and as the owner I have carte blanche to do what I want?”
Dillon reached out and took my hand, squeezing it slightly to get my attention as I rambled on.
“All this time I spent trying to get their approval, all the comments and nasty looks, and I didn’t even need it.”
“Laurel,” Dillon said, but I didn’t look at him, so he said more firmly, “Laurel.”
I stopped and looked toward him, not quite catching his eye.
He moved his hand to my chin and made me look at him.
“They’re your parents, you wanted them to be on board with the changes you plan to make to
