“The help you need ain’t the kind of help I can provide, Mollie.” “You can call me Miss Luck, Cash. And that’s too bad, isn’t it, considering I’m your boss now?” Wyatt rubs his hands together. “I like where this is going.” “Shut up.” I turn back to Mollie. “Miss Luck, with all due respect—” “Lord save us, here it comes,” John B mutters. “I really do think it’s best you go back to Dallas. You clearly don’t belong here—” “Enough.” Patsy’s voice cuts through the tension in the room like a warm knife through butter. “Goody is right; let’s eat. Maybe with a full belly, Cash will recognize that
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