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“For you to be kind to me. People normally... aren’t.”

My words clearly troubled him. That hadn’t been my intention. I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me. My life was my life, and there was nothing he or anyone else could do about that.

“Is... is there anything I can do for you?” I asked.

He frowned. “Do for me?”

“Yes. Like give you pleasure as thanks for your kindness.”

“No.” His frown deepened. “No, not at all. It’s not like that.”

My cheeks burned. Sex was my role in life. I didn’t know how to be anything else. But everything I said or did around these men seemed to come out wrong. “Okay.”

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.

“Yes, but it’s probably best I don’t tell you. I don’t want to get anyone else in trouble.”

He pressed his full lips together and nodded. “Good point.” He got to his feet. “My bedroom is through this way. Make yourself comfortable. I don’t know what you normally like to do with your time, but if you like to read, then please help yourself.”

He gestured toward the wide expanse of bookshelves that took up much of the living room wall.

“Are they all yours?” I asked, taking in the multiple spines covering every inch of the wall.

“Pretty much. But it’s not hoarding if it’s books, right?” He threw me a wink that I knew was supposed to make me feel more comfortable, but instead made me want to vanish into the floor.

“I’m not much of a reader,” I muttered, glancing away again.

Chapter Five

Dillon

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ONE THING I HADN’T been expecting to do today was go on a shopping trip for women’s clothing.

I caught the elevator back down to the parking garage where I’d left my bike. My mind was reeling. What did the Capellos want with some girl? Why was she important enough to want to hide her with us? And I knew that was exactly what they’d done—why else would they tell us she wasn’t allowed to leave the apartment? They’d brought her to us, thinking we were small enough in the crime world not to be on the radar of anyone important.

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