《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
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After finishing with his hair and blow-drying it, we headed downstairs to prepare dinner. As we entered the kitchen, I spotted Farmer Brown along with two unfamiliar men.
"Hello, Aideen! How are you?" Muller Brown greeted, his smile warm.
"I'm well, thank you. I'm here to discuss business with Harrison," I replied, glancing over my shoulder as Harrison made his way down the stairs behind me.
"Harrison!" I heard Lorenzo call out as he and Miles clapped hands together, their shoulders smashing against one another in a playful greeting.
"We need to show you the new prints and the latest gold bars," Lorenzo continued, his tone all business.
Harrison turned back to me, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. "Aideen, do you want to come? You are my partner in crime," he teased.
I shook my head, feeling the warmth of the moment linger. "I have to make dinner and check on some work. You boys go ahead. Come back as soon as you can."
They all nodded in agreement, but Muller Brown's gaze flicked back to Harrison. "Wow, Harrison, who cut your hair?"
Both of us blushed as Harrison looked back at me, pride shining in his eyes. "My wife cut it," he said, a hint of affection lacing his words.
With that, the men walked out, leaving me to prepare dinner, a smile lingering on my lips.
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"So, how have you boys been? It's been so long!" I exclaimed as we entered the warehouse. Lorenzo and Miles, friends of Muller who helped with the business, greeted me with warm smiles. Lorenzo had taught me how to barrel race when I first came to Texas as a child.
"We're well. Lorenzo just retired from barrel racing," Miles said, a teasing tone in his voice.
"Really? Why? You're only 30 years old!" I replied, wrapping my arm over Lorenzo's shoulder.
