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GABE
My anger was barely leashed. My fists squeezed tight at my sides, I glared at the man who wanted to buy one of the horses. If the meeting hadn’t been longstanding, we would have postponed. He and his pompous, nasty attitude were keeping us from Abigail.
“While her brother’s land is vast—” I repeated through a clenched jaw. “—we married Abigail Carr because we love her. Speaking of her in such a way is disrespectful to our bride.”
Kane took a step closer to Masters, the bastard who didn’t give a f**k about anything or anyone but a quick dollar. He’d wanted our horse to stud, but there was no f*****g way we’d sell the animal to him now.
The man’s bushy eyebrows went up. I knew he was married, but I had to wonder about the woman who’d put up with him for years and years. He was i
