Of course, if she couldn’t find the land close by, she would look elsewhere. What did he actually expect her to do? Give up her dreams. Fisher went straight home and got straight to work. He was trying to put thoughts of Claire and her impending move from his mind. Two hours later and very little accomplished, he called a friend of his, a realtor in the next town over, to discuss Claire's options. Fisher was finishing up with his call, when Asher strolled in and made himself at home in his office. "Why was your truck at our neighbors? Scratch that, I'm not stupid. Stay away from her. I don't care if I am your brother, you touch her again, and I'll kill you," Asher said tightly. His fists were white and clenched around the chair's armrests. "Since you never truly had a claim to her, I think you need to mind your own damn business. She's an adult, and you had your chance," Fisher stated more calmly than he felt. Inside, he was seething with jealously.
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