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Marco’s car smelled like leather and expensive cologne—the kind you don’t find in department stores. I sat in the passenger seat, grocery bags at my feet, trying to process what had just happened. My wrist still throbbed, a dull reminder that Ethan had been real, that the encounter wasn’t just some nightmare I could wake…

The words left my mouth before I could fully process what they meant. What I was agreeing to. Luca’s expression didn’t change. No triumph, no satisfaction—just a slight nod, as if he’d known all along what my answer would be. “Smart girl,” he murmured, pulling out his phone. He typed something quickly, then pocketed it…

“Ma’am,” the rancher said, reining in his horse on the dark road. “Have you got anywhere to sleep?” I’d been turned out of my home that afternoon after 15 years of service. I had no people. No place to go. I was 38 years old and for the first time in my life, I had…

“Before we leave,” she said at the station, “I need to know one thing. The blue room.” My blood went cold. I’d never mentioned that room — not in any letter, not to anyone. But this woman I’d never met knew exactly where it was. She walked straight to it and whispered words that should…

“What took you so long?” she whispered, pulling me into her hotel room before I could say a word. I was just there to fix a dripping faucet. Then a knock came at the door — and her face went white. She shoved me into the bathroom and whispered three words that made my blood…

“The wind in 1882 Montana did not blow. It hunted. It came screaming down from the northern mountains like a living thing with teeth, swallowing the sky and burying the earth under a white rage. The plains disappeared. The trees bent low like they were begging for mercy. It was the kind of storm that…

“Clara Whitaker pressed her back against the stagecoach wall and counted the men on the platform. Six. She counted again. Still six. Her fingers found the seam of her carpet bag — the hidden seam, the one she’d stitched shut herself in the dark — and she held it like a lifeline. When the coach…

“It hurts.” She moaned as the rancher’s long gun rubbed against her back. The gun barrel pressed against my spine was still hot from the last man it killed. She didn’t scream, didn’t beg, just stood there in her empty kitchen, a wooden spoon trembling in her hand while the stranger’s breath, ragged and desperate,…

“My boss, Mr. Collins, called me into his office and barely looked up from his desk. ‘Ron, I need you to do me a favor. My wife Kaye needs a ride home. I’ve got back-to-back meetings. You’re the closest one, so you’ll do.’ I wasn’t exactly thrilled, but when your boss tells you to do…

The rest of the shift passed in a blur. I moved mechanically, pouring drinks, clearing plates, smiling that professional smile that never reached my eyes. But my mind was elsewhere, replaying the moment over and over. The way Dante had stood, the absolute authority in his voice, the protective fury I’d glimpsed before his expression…