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    Corrine squirmed, pressing a hesitant finger to his solid chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but the warmth beneath her fingertip only sent another shiver racing through her.


    “I’ll cook tonight,” she murmured softly as she met his eyes.


    “Alright.”


    Nate’s hands lingered a moment before finally helping her down.


    But just as they stepped away, something flickered in his peripheral vision.


    His gaze slid toward the cab—just beneath it, barely visible, was a box.


    He paused for the briefest moment, a knowing glint shing in his eyes.


    Corrine seemed to sense something was off. She squeezed Nate’s hand tighter, trying to redirect his attention, and asked, “What do you feel like eating?”


    “I’m not picky,” Nate responded in a neutral voice.


    Knowing Corrine’s foot was injured and she couldn’t move as quickly, he consciously slowed his steps to match her pace.


    “How about beef steak with ck pepper, steamed fish, mashed potatoes, and corn soup?” Corrine suggested with a big smile after a moment of thought.


    “You know a lot of things, huh?” Nate raised an eyebrow, a sly glint in his eyes.


    “My grandfather never held me back or set rules,” Corrine said calmly.


    “He let me do whatever I wanted. Plus, I picked up a few tricks from Jacob back in middle school.”


    As they chatted, they reached the staircase.


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    Without hesitation, Nate bent down and scooped Corrine up in his arms.


    “Did you learn horseback riding from Jacob, too?” he asked offhandedly.


    Corrine nodded. Over the years, with Jacob around, she had learned much more than just riding horses.


    When they entered the kitchen, Nate gently set her down and rolled his sleeves.


    “Need a hand with anything?” he asked.


    Corrine shook her head and nudged him out of the open kitchen space.


    “I’ve got this,” she said with quiet confidence.


    After a few minutes, Saul rushed in, his sharp eyes scanning the room. A flicker of surprise crossed his face when he spotted Corrine, but he quickly masked it.


    “Miss Hond,” he greeted respectfully.


    Corrine gave a slight nod before turning her attention back to prepping the fish in her hands. Her movements were smooth and precise, separating the flesh from the bones in seconds.


    Saul almost stared in awe but remembered the urgency of his report. Without another word, he headed straight for the study.


    Even so, as he departed, Saul couldn’t resist stealing onest nce at Corrine.


    Inside the study, Nate was hunched over a file.


    The moment he heard footsteps, he looked up. His dark eyes sliced through the room like a de, sharp enough to make anyone’s breath catch.


    Saul steadied himself and reported, “Sir, we’ve got a lot of new faces showing up in Lyhatontely.”


    “Who are they?” Nate asked, his voice steady as he closed the file and leaned back, his gaze still piercing.


    “Some are from Hell, looking for someone,” Saul responded.


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