Chapter 23. Not My Decision

Wade POV

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I lay awake most of that night with Jesse's words going around my head.

It was a good offer. The best thing anyone had done for her career in her life. I knew that. I also knew there was a man with a burner phone who wanted her brought in before September, and a pack that tore its own members apart to frame mine, and Larch Creek was a hundred and ten miles from my reach.

By morning, I'd talked myself into it.

She was in the machine shop at seven, sanding the Bozeman tank with her headphones in. She saw me come in and pulled one earbud out.

"You look like you've been hit by a truck."

"Rae," I said. "I don't think you should go to the show."

She set down