Mr. Sanchez paused, thinking it over, then finally made up his mind. “Since Mr. Ratcliff is willing to vouch for them, let’s move forward with the partnership between BlackOak and Big X.”
Reese blinked, caught a little off guard. “Mr. Sanchez, that’s not really my call. I’ll have to run it by Alan first.”
“I’ll talk to Alan myself.” With that, Mr. Sanchez turned to Dominic. “Since we’ll be working together, you can spend some time together. We’ll head back.”
Dominic just grunted, throwing Reese a hard look. He clearly wanted to say more, maybe lecture her, but this wasn’t the time. He just followed Mr. Sanchez out, his annoyance obvious.
As soon as they left, the mood in the room lightened. Neal tugged Leslie toward the stables. “Come on, I need a rematch. You beat me last time, but I’m not letting you win again.”
He glanced at Sebastian. “You in, Sebastian? You’ve trained Leslie so well. Let’s see if you can beat her yourself.”
Leslie smiled at Sebastian. “Come ride with us?”
Sebastian just shook his head. “You two go ahead.”
Reese didn’t want to stick around any longer. She stood up to leave, but before she could take a step, Sebastian grabbed her wrist.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were being investigated?”
Reese tried to keep her voice calm. “The investigation is over. What would telling you have changed?”
She tried to pull her hand away, but Sebastian’s grip just tightened. “How do you know it wouldn’t matter if you never even give me the chance?”
His voice dropped, rough and frustrated. “Reese, I’m your husband. Can’t you just lean on me a little?”
Reese looked him dead in the eyes, her expression steady and unreadable. “Sebastian, when you care about something—or someone—you just do it. You don’t need anyone to ask. Like the garden Sofia wanted. Like the partnership Leslie wanted.”
She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone knew about my investigation. Even BlackOak got dragged in. If you didn’t know, it’s just because you weren’t paying attention.”
She let out a shaky breath, her next words softer, almost a sigh. “And honestly, I’m so tired of begging for what I need.”
Sebastian opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but Reese suddenly yanked her hand free and walked away.
He just stood there, watching her disappear down the hallway, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white.
A moment later, Neal came back, clapping Sebastian on the shoulder. “Hey, you coming? Let’s ride.”

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