(Slade’s POV)
Aspen opened the guest house door like she expected a storm to be waiting on the porch.
Instead, it was just me, leaning against my truck, trying not to look like I’d been pacing. She wore a soft dress that made the porch light look warmer. Her hair was down, and the sight of it hit me in the chest.
“You’re ready,” I said.
Her eyes flicked over me. “You look… like you’re going to a business meeting.”
“Thank you?”
“That’s not a compliment,” she replied, but her mouth curved.
I stepped closer. “You look beautiful.”
Her throat bobbed. “Thank you.”
Winter appeared behind her, already in pajamas. She walked right up to me, chin lifted, eyes hard.
“If you hurt my sister,” she said, “I’ll hurt you.”
Aspen hissed, “Winter.”
I looked at Winter and nodded once. “Fair.”
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