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“Do you really think we’ll still be at the ranch on Christmas?” Nicole asked, and realized she wished they would be there.

Matt’s eyes narrowed, and she wanted to reach up and press out the wrinkle above his nose, but she refrained from doing so.

“Even when this is all resolved, I don’t want you to leave Lost Creek, but I don’t really have anything to offer you.” He ran a hand over the dark stubble on his jaw. “My life for the next few years is mapped out, and I can’t change that.”

Right. That again. She knew he didn’t want a relationship, so why did hearing him say it cut her to the core?

She held up the key, eager to change the subject. “So...we should get going, right?”

He nodded but didn’t look all that convinced. He gestured for her to precede him, and she took one last look at the Christmas tree before starting for the door.

It was suddenly kicked in.

Nicole screamed and lurched back as two men holding rifles burst inside.

“On the floor now!”