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“No, damn it.” The calm, cool courthouse lawyer was simmering with anger. “Two nights in a row the bastard was close enough to touch you. I’m not allowing you to expose yourself tomorrow. The crews are capable of disassembling the Festival. They have your number should there be a need to contact you.”
Sam felt the cool breeze from the open truck window caress her hot cheeks. Crossing her arms under her chest, she kept her gaze out the windshield. She didn’t get mad very often, but when she did, she made good use of it. There was always something to clean or fix at the ranch, and her mad energy helped her get the job done. If she didn’t find a task when they returned to the Springs, there would be at least one to do tomorrow.
Cole glanced at Sam, then past her to Ethan, who wisely rem
