“Do you really think you’d be happy sticking around Cedar Ridge after being used to that life for so long? The travel? The excitement?” He opened his beer and rounded the bar, leaning against the counter. “Going a lot of places just makes you realize the value of home more. I’m here, Wren. I’ll figure out a way to make that stick. Work remotely or sell the company. Whatever it takes.” My breaths started coming faster, panic and hope warring inside me. Holt’s gaze tracked over my face. “I want you to know I’m here for good.”
