“You hid it from us,” Davis growls, stepping toward me. I square up with my big brother, both of us breathing heavily. “Fallon didn’t want to tell anyone. It was her call.” “No one can know,” Fallon says after we exchange vows in a little white chapel off the Strip. She flashes that sharp smile of hers. “It’ll ruin my image.” “Your image?” I deadpan, a little pissed off, though I don’t know why. “Getting married isn’t for a cowboy. And I’m not going the way of Anne Boleyn.” Her lip curls. “Or my mother.” She was adamant we keep it a secret. I respected that. Even if deep down I wanted to
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