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Roan
I clutched Annie’s hand, studying her profile as her dad lifted into the sky. No more tears tracked her pink cheeks, and the smile plumping them, had kept my d**k stiff in my pants from the second I saw she’d flown out with Brock like we’d planned, like I’d hoped she would do.
He’d planned to surprise her—and hell, had he ever.
She’d sobbed and continued crying, clinging to my arm like Ma did to Pa, while I showed her the house her father, Pa, and even my sisters had helped build.
Brock had used a helicopter to fly in the lumber since everything lay ruined around us. He’d also bought us a 4-wheeler which Annie squealed over, solar panels with enough battery packs to keep the updated house running fully operational for days in bad weather.
I’d emptied my bank account, giving h
