My Sister Stole Everything. Sister Betrayal Revenge Upgrade Romance

You can burn a new brand over an old one. You can run a fresh iron across a steer's hide and register the new mark at the county and swear on paper it was always yours. But the scar tissue underneath never lies. Run your thumb across it and you feel the ridge of the old iron the new burn tried to bury. I read brands for a living. I know a stolen mark when I feel one. And my sister stole everything I had, and re-branded all of it, and never once thought the one person alive who could read the truth under her lie would come home to do it. Three years ago Fayrene took the ranch our grandmother meant for me.
She took the brand my family had run for four generations. She took the man I was going to marry. And when I fought it, she re-wrote the story so the whole county remembers me as the thief who ran, the liar, the one who broke a dying woman's heart. She had my inspector's commission pulled and my trade gutted. She let our grandmother die believing the worst of me. She thought she had burned me clean off the family the way you burn a mark off a hide. She forgot the scar always stays. I came back to the desert to prove it.
To read the buried true brand under her forged one out loud, in front of the county, and take back my name. What I did not come back for was Corbin Harrowwood, the hard, quiet rancher who holds the paper on the water my sister needs, the one man in Tecolote Wells who never believed her version of me, the one man whose hands know how to feel for the truth the same way mine do. He is dangerous. He is exactly what I should not want in the middle of a war.
And he is the first person in three years to lay his thumb against the ridge of me and feel who I really am under everything they burned on top.