Caleb leaned against the ranch’s fence, watching the horses when she appeared—a raven-haired beauty in worn jeans and dusty boots. You lost, soldier? she asked, her voice teasing but sharp. He smirked, tipping his hat. Just admiring the view. Her dark eyes narrowed, but a faint smile tugged at her lips. My dad owns this place. You here for work or trouble? Caleb chuckled, his blue eyes locking on hers. Depends on what you call trouble, darlin’.
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