Over and over again, I’ve failed Fallon. I won’t fail her now. I square up with him. “Listen, D. You have your babies, the ranch. You got a fucking ulcer, man. You don’t need the stress. I can handle this.” Doubt furrows Davis’s brow. “Someone needs to be with Fallon 24/7. What about your job?” Fuck my job, fuck Younger, I think, but don’t say it. Fallon is my priority. I’ll take care of her, I’ll keep her safe, even if she does want to rip my fucking head off. “My hours are flexible. I train two hours a day. You and Dakota are gone, what, eight hours a day? We’ll make it work. Ruby and Reese
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