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He really doesn’t like Nick.

I spend the rest of the drive updating Michelle about The Selena Hendrix Show. We agree the lawyers are best to take the lead on this. But she’s furious on our behalf.

Finally, the day is over, and we arrive home.

“I need to ask you some questions to see if we can identify who is leaving these notes,” Ryder says, following me into the living room.

“I need to eat.” I let out a tired sigh.

We stare at one another, an invisible thread tugging between us. I crave his touch. I want him to walk to me and wrap his arms around me.

To kiss me.

To pleasure me as he did earlier.

I can see in his eyes he desires more but is fighting it. His jaw is taunt, and I watch as his hands curl.

“What happened this morning—”

“Was a one off. I won’t let it happen again,” Ryder says.

“Tell me why you wouldn’t kiss me,” I press.

“Fuck, Savannah, I shouldn’t have even touched you.” He walks right up to me and groans as his hand cups my face.

Then drops away.

“No one needs to know,” I whisper as my breathing speeds up.

Kiss me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

RYDER

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I step back and glance around the room.

As much as I’d love to scoop this beautiful woman up, lay her down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, and fuck her for two hours, I can’t.

I have a job to do.

Savannah Sinclair has a stalker.

Yesterday’s note was a question mark.

Today was a full stop.

Taking her panties and leaving such an obvious message was clear. Someone is obsessed with her. Honestly, I get it. She’s beautiful, charismatic, charming, and funny.

When Savannah walks into a room, all eyes turn on her.

Mine never leave her.

Then again, it’s my job.

At least, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

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