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"Why?"

He stares at me. "Because that's not where my money is right now."

"Two-Step and Renegade?"

"My winners will be back soon."

A little burst of worry warms my chest. "There's no guarantee."

"Nope. But they'll be back." His eyes come back to mine. "And when they do, they're gonna be monsters."

"You sound pretty confident."

"I've got a damn good equine therapist."

Heat crawls into my cheeks.

He leans closer.

"She's hot too."

I giggle.

Charlie reaches for him. His attention instantly shifts. "Hey, peanut." He takes her from me and settles her against his chest. "Daddy didn't win."

Charlie pats his mouth.

"But Uncle Alexander did, which means we have to listen to him run his mouth for at least a week."

I laugh.

"You ready to head home?" he asks.

"Yeah."

He takes my hand and leads Charlie and me out of the arena. Charlie falls asleep in the truck, her head tilted against the side of her car seat. Jagger pulls through the gate and glances toward the Butterfly House. He grinds his molars and turns the wheel.

"Wrong way," I say.

He slows to a brake. "Oh?"

My nerves kick in. "I thought you wanted Charlie at your house?"

He cautiously says, "I do."

"Okay."

His eyes narrow. "Okay?"

I point at his house. "I asked your mom for a crib today. She made Mason put it up."

His face lights up. "You did?"

"Yep."

"Does this mean you're staying too?" he asks.

"Do you want me to?"