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“You’re sure he’s fine?” I asked West.
When he’d called me two hours ago that South had been shot, I told Valerie I had a family emergency and ran out of the building so fast I broke the hinges on the exit door. I didn’t take the time to check on it, but I’d track down the maintenance man later.
I’d pulled up to the ER near the ranch and abandoned my truck in the drop off lane. West met me just outside the sliding doors. “I told you on the way he hadn’t been shot after all. It was Maisey’s sister who took the bullet.”
He had told me that, but I hadn’t believed him. Okay, I had believed him, but it hadn’t eased my panic or had me drive any slower. I’d gotten close with North, South, and West… and Jed Barnett since Macon died. Closer than we’d ever been before, and that old bond
