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“I’ll be close by,” he said, letting go of her hand and pointing. “Because we’re neighbors.”

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She stared.

The house on the hill was his.

The house that was so incredibly beautiful. She’d spent more than one night watching the wooden and stone lines of it sleep in the moonlight when she hadn’t been able to find any such rest.

“You lived behind my father.”

“Yes.”

She didn’t know what to do with her hands. One was still tingling. The other felt cold.

She forced them to remain at her sides, fighting the burgeoning need to ring them together. “Who built the house?”

“I did.”

“You?”

“I’m capable, too,” he drawled, his voice impossibly dry.

She ignored the small jab, not doubting his capabilities for a second. The man undoubtedly exceeded “capable” on every front.

A Montana Homecoming

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