Chapter Twenty-One: Stay
By the time Wyatt finished stitching Nolan’s shoulder, it was nearly three in the morning.
The storm outside had finally weakened into soft rain again, but Pine Ridge still buzzed with tension beneath the quiet. Security lights glowed across the property while trucks continued moving near the barns below.
Nobody trusted that Victor was truly gone.
Especially Nolan.
Which meant even exhausted and half-drugged from pain medication, he still kept reaching for the radio beside him every five minutes.
Kylie finally snatched it off the bedside table.
“No.”
Nolan blinked slowly up at her from the bed. “Give that back.”
“You were literally shot.”
“And?”
“And you are on temporary timeout from ranch war activities.”
One corner of his mouth twitched faintly.
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