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Holt stepped out of Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams, an enormous bouquet in hand and a glare of judgment at his back from its quiet proprietress. Misty hadn’t let on that she knew what was going on, but he supposed it was obvious enough he was in the doghouse and angling to get out of it. Girl Code probably dictated she be on Cayla’s side, regardless. He could respect the support, but he was damned glad he hadn’t been treated to a tongue-lashing from her, too. The one he’d gotten from his wife had been bad enough.
In his time with her, Holt had seen Cayla all different shades of happy. The happy was what had drawn him in, despite himself. It was the terrified fragility that had pulled at him, overcoming his initial reservations to land him a front-row seat to her life. Since then, he’d bee
