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The ranch was quiet.

The house was dark.

The barn sat fifty yards away.

Nothing moved.

Nothing happened.

Which was exactly how I liked it.

A floorboard creaked behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder.

Sadie stepped onto the porch wearing flannel pajama pants and an oversized T-shirt.

Her hair was a mess.

She looked half asleep.

And entirely too cute.

I immediately looked away.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

"You know, normal people sleep."

I took another drink of coffee.

"Normal people don't have crazy ex-boyfriends."

She rolled her eyes.

"Gerald isn't crazy."

I stared at her.

She stared back.

Five seconds later she sighed.

"Fine. He's a little crazy."

"A little?"

"Okay. A lot."

"Better."

Sadie dropped into the chair beside me.

The porch swing creaked softly.

For a few moments, neither of us spoke.