“Quiet,” he ordered, moving his hands to rest just above my ass. “I don’t make empty threats. Test me, Abbie.” My arms gave out, and I began kicking my legs. “This is kidnapping, you stupid, stubborn, arrogant cowboy!” I yelled out. “I see Abbie hasn’t changed.” I froze as the new voice registered in my ears, and my head snapped up. Fucking Van Gogh. My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the group of cowboys standing in front of the barn. When my eyes landed on Mason Langston, all the air left my lungs, and I forgot how to breathe entirely. Mason Langston was here—at Hallow Ranch—with
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