“I’m not wanted here,” I told him. “I’m pretty damn sure I’m not even welcome here.” He shook his head, moving around me. “That’s not true, Abbie.” “Really?” I quipped, turning around and watching as he opened the trunk at the end of his bunk. “Because your boss looked like he was five seconds away from killing me, and we both know how he can get when someone he doesn’t want here is on his ranch.” Beau muttered something under his breath as he pulled out a small brown leather bag, unzipping it and pulling out a set of keys. He didn’t speak until the trunk was closed again. “Denver would never
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