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7. Garth Brooks – The Dance

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Danny said quietly as Lindsay tucked her legs underneath her on his living room sofa.

"I owe you that much."

He shrugged. "You don't owe me anything, Montana."

She offered a small smile. "I missed that."

"What?"

"Hearing you call me that. You haven't called me that much the past few months."

Danny looked at her seriously. "I heard enough in that courtroom, Linds. You don't need to live through it any more. You can let it all go now."

Lindsay nodded. "I used to wonder why it all happened to me. But I realized something. When you walked into that courtroom? I realized that everything that's happened in my life made me who I am now. And who I am isn't so bad."

"Certainly not from where I'm sittin'," he offered with a smirk.

She blushed. "You came to Montana for no other reason than because you care. You didn't expect anything in return. You're a good man, Danny Messer. And if you can just be a little patient –"

"Patient is my middle name."

She smiled a little shyly. "You're not so bad from where I'm sitting either, Messer."