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“Is that why you agreed to help your father this summer—so you two could mend your fences?”

“Yes.” A soft sigh escaped her. “But that was when I believed I was his only child.”

“You are his only child.”

“You might not be his son by birth, but it’s obvious he cares more about you than me.”

The truth was painful.

Rachel stepped past Clint, but he grasped her hand. His warm, callused fingers entwined with hers, sending shivers racing along her arm.

“This isn’t a competition between us,” he said.

Who was Clint kidding? They’d have to wait until the end of the summer to see which one of them came out on top in her father’s eyes.