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I curled my lip up at that.

Of course he’d be working there.

Dominion was a rich boy’s paradise.

Dominion was named after Frank Dominion, a rich fucker who cloned horses—horses that were multi-million-dollar barrel racing horses that brought in a fuck ton of money.

Dominion was full of ranchers, scientists, realtors and more.

I wondered what it was that Leo would be doing.

Probably using his super-genius powers to make Dominion more money.

I didn’t reply to Black as he drove me past my car, out of Sawtooth, and farther out of town.

His big cruiser had no issue cutting through the fresh snow, and before I was ready for it to end, Black was pulling into my driveway.

“You did a lot to the place,” he said.

“I cut down the roses,” I grumbled. “They were getting out of hand, and I couldn’t see out of my windows.”

Because I needed to have a clear line of sight to see that creep coming.

The roses my grandmother had planted were beautiful, but they weren’t pretty enough to give up my line of sight.

I felt like I was blind and just inviting people to come sneak up on my house with me being blissfully unaware.

Plus, the closest house to me was well over sixty acres away. If something happened to me, there would be no one to come help. I had to be as prepared as I could be, given the circumstances.

He pulled to a stop where I normally parked my car and got out, likely to come open my door because he was used to me being locked inside.

I didn’t let him make it fully around the truck before I opened the door on my own. But before I got out, I dropped the rest of the packet of M&M’s into his cup holder.

His frown was ferocious, and I realized then that he hadn’t been coming around to open the door for me because it was a habit. He’d been coming because he was just that kind of guy.

There was only so much that I could handle, and having him open the door for me would remind me that he was a nice guy, despite having arrested me so many times.

I slammed the door closed and started walking up the length of my steps.

He followed me, and I frowned at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

He caught the screen door before it could bang into my back and said, “I want you to give me your keys.”

“Why?”

“Because otherwise you’ll be stranded here,” he pointed out.

I opened the door to my house, unlocking the knob, as well as the two other locks that I had there before pushing it open.

When I was inside, I hit the code into the alarm panel, then turned to the man who was standing there looking at my locks with a frown.

“What?”

“You’re conscientious about safety.”

I leveled him with a look. “All those times that my brother threatened me—despite your refusal to admit they were legitimate—are still very real. I will never not protect myself from him, because the moment that I fail to, I’m dead.”

He frowned. “Jessamy…”