There’s a catch in my chest at his earnestness. “The ranch did just fine the other day when you quit early to take care of me. How many times do I have to catch you before you learn I’ll never ever let you fall on your face?” I hold up my littlest finger. “You said you got me. Pinkie promise I got you.” He looks down at my pinkie and blinks. For a second, I worry I’ve crossed some kind of line. I’m being too cheesy. Too vulnerable. I’m asking for too much. But then Cash hooks his broad pinkie through mine. “All right.” Two simple words, but they feel momentous. For someone as tirelessly
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