“I literally had to carry her out of the barn to stop her from working. Her body’s wrecked.” Duke chuckles. “Something tells me you didn’t mind carrying her one bit.” “Shut up.” “She okay?” “I’m handling it.” “I bet you are.” “I’m hanging up now.” “Y’all would make a cute couple.” “Goodbye, Duke.” “Go easy on her, would you? We like Mollie. She’s got questionable taste in men—” “Why? Because she ain’t into you?” My brother chuckles. “Because she’s into you.” “Shut up,” I repeat, even as my heart skips a beat. “She’s not into me. We’re just…we work together.” This time, Duke flat-out laughs.
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