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She swiped tears from her burning cheeks, her breathing heavy, anger setting in, emotions long stuffed away rising to the surface. Beau sat up, pricked his ears, and a hoarse whine left his open mouth as he watched her from his pallet. Barely a month after returning to her home town to care for her mother, Max found herself packing again before she’d completely unpacked. She threw her things together in two-hours, left her apartment and moved across town to the historical home her mother left to her and her half-sister. She dug under a pile of underwear, silky pinks, blacks, blues, and prints, Beau looking over her shoulder, and pulled out a flannel gown with blue flowers. Ugly as sin, but it would keep her warm.

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