Stede lets out a long, tired sigh. “I’m not too proud to ask…would you go get my daughter, Davis?” All eyes pin to me. My throat tightens as my mind locks on the promise I made to Stede last year. To always protect Dakota and Fallon. The old man is like a second father to us all. Taking us in. Protecting the ranch by calling in a doozy of a favor when we needed help. I make a promise, I keep it.
