Clint had never given up on her, and he had helped her discover who she really was, so there was no way she would turn her back on him now.

Leaning forward a little when he brought her hand to his lips, she brushed her thumb over his cheek. “You never were,” she said. “And neither am I.” Only once had she been close to giving up everything, and that was when Clint had found her, when she had been at her lowest point, and he had pulled her back and raised her up. She owed him everything. “You know how stubborn I can be.”