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CLIVE SAT AT HIS TABLE and watched the crowd. He’d been a member of this country club since before Perci Tyler had even been born. His membership had almost been revoked a time or two, but he was still a member. Barely.
Since the Mastersons had taken everything from him.
But there she was. A damned Tyler. Right in the middle of everyone who mattered in this county.
Her sister was there somewhere, clinging to the new sheriff like a damned limpet. The two had charmed every bigwig in the county, with that girl’s different way of talking and those big blue eyes of hers.
No doubt securing funding for the sheriff’s next run for office in a few years or for the hospital itself.
Nate Masterson, the doctor who had let Jay suffer and die, had been honored for all of his good work for the county. The whole evening had been about Mastersons, practically.
Shit.
Damned Mastersons were taking everything.
While he was stuck at a table with Clint and Maria.
The boy was also being honored for his recent bravery during an arrest Clint had made. Clive was proud; of course, he was. Or so he told himself. Clint was a damned fine nephew and not a half-bad stepson, even if Clint had definite opinions that didn’t always match Clive’s.
Clint would never be Jay.
And they both knew it.
That doctor had overshadowed what his stepson had accomplished.
Mastersons were taking everything.
It would serve that doctor right if someone took everything he had away, too.
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