My dear Miss Hudson

There’s a price to be paid for misplaced pride. Your stubbornness will leave you with nothing. You’ve been warned.

And then there was the phone call.

A cold chill ran the length of her spine, and it had nothing to do with the hail pelting the windows outside.

Maybe it was time to tell Colton.

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