DoloresConnell is fixing the fence when I walk up, the sound of hammering mingling with the low hum of engines in the distance. The sun beats down, casting a golden glow over the compound.“Need a hand?” I ask, leaning against the fence post.He glances up, a grin spreading across his face. “Only if you promise not to break any nails.”I roll my eyes and take the hammer from him. “I’m tougher than I look, you know that.”Miles appears, wiping sweat from his brow. “What’s this? The queen herself getting her hands dirty?”I give him a playful shove. “Just trying to keep you boys in line.”Vincent walks over, his jeans hanging low on his hips. He’s shirtless, and I can’t help but admire the way his muscles move under his skin. “You’re all here slacking off while I’m doing paperwork.”“You call that paperwork?” Connell teases. “Looked more like a nap to me.”“Shut it,” Vincent says with a smirk. He turns to me, his eyes softening. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I nod. “Just thinking about how far w
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