Claire’s POVThe courthouse doors opened at eight-thirty, and Grant was already there.I saw his county SUV before Nick finished parking. It sat two rows from the entrance, clean enough to shine under the morning sun, the sheriff’s star printed across the door. My hand stayed on the buckle after I released it.Nick looked through the windshield, then at me. He had left his cut at the clubhouse. So had Teo. Both of them wore jeans and plain shirts, and if I hadn’t known who they were, I wouldn’t have looked twice.“We can sit here another minute,” Nick said.“No.”Lilly leaned forward from the back seat between us. Kevin was trapped under one arm, and Mr. Pickles sat in her lap with one floppy ear folded over his face.“Are we late?”“We’re early,” I told her.“Then why aren’t we going?”Because my husband was inside a building full of people who knew him as Sheriff Bennett before they knew him as anything else.I opened my door. “We’re going.”Teo got Lilly out while Nick came around
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