Her Second Chance Mate
“No matter what comes next or how hard things get, you’re stuck with me. And that’s a promise.”
Tristan pressed the ring into my palm, his smirk just barely restrained as if he was waiting for me to fumble this. I shot him a look, but it didn’t matter—nothing except the woman standing before me did.
I turned Holly’s hand over in mine, feeling the rough calluses that matched my own, the proof of years spent working, building, and living. My fingers curled around hers as I slid the ring onto her finger—a simple band, warm-toned metal brushed smooth with delicate engravings etched into the surface. A branch stretched along one side, wild and untamed, its tiny blossoms reaching toward a crescent
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