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“Your statistical track record for decision-making is somewhat concerning,” Sloane told her seriously. “But I’m willing to take this under advisement.”
Home isn’t a place, Cassie. The memory crept up on me. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.
“Did you know,” she said brightly, making another attempt at conversation, “that elevators only kill about twenty-seven people per year?”
“I know it’s stupid.” My throat closed in around the words. “I know what happened to my mom wasn’t my fault.” Dean picked up my hand, holding it in his, sheltering it in his. “I know it, Dean, but I don’t believe it. I won’t ever believe it.”
“You stay here and watch the girls.” That got a substantial eyebrow raise out of Lia. “I do hope my dowry is large enough to attract a virile man,” she told me wistfully. “I’m so very helpless on my own.”
“Don’t,” Judd told her sharply. “Don’t you ever apologize for being what you are.”
“In Alaska, you can be criminally prosecuted for feeding alcohol to a moose.”