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I dabble with the idea in my head, realizing he’s right. I’m not sure if Ryker will see it that way, but there’s only one way to find out. I need to talk to him, tell him everything that happened tonight.

He has no idea that Travis knows his secret, and I have a feeling it’s going to change things as we both know it.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ryker

My phone ringing startles me out of sleep.

Who the fuck is calling me in the middle of the night?

I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand, cracking one eye open, but when I see the name on the screen, both widely fly open.

“Cami, what’s wrong?” My voice is breathless with panic.

“I’m so sorry to bug you this late, but I need you to come over. Something—”

“I’ll be there in twenty, baby.”

I cut her off because it doesn’t matter why. If she needs me, I’ll be there. Especially when she sounds as frantic as she did. Within twenty minutes, I’m there, knocking on her door. She opens it right away, stealing the breath from my lungs.

Camille’s in sleep shorts and a tank top, but what really gets me is how fucking pretty she is. My arms reach out, and I pull her into me. I cradle her head while we sway, her body tucked safely into mine. It’s my favorite place for her to be, right where I can keep her safe.

I kiss her hair and pull back so I can look into her eyes. “What happened?”

Her eyes cast downward as she gnaws on her bottom lip. “Maybe we should sit.”

Dread fills every crevice of my body because I know I’m not going to like whatever it is she’s about to say.

I nod, then pick her up, enjoying the squeal and giggle Camille emits as I carry her toward the couch and sit with her in my arms. Putting her in my arms is the only way I can trust myself to stay calm at whatever she’s about to say. She soothes me, something I never knew I needed to feel.

“I want to preface this by saying I’m perfectly fine, not a scratch or an—”

“Who the fuck put their hands on you?” My voice is cold, while white-hot anger brews in my stomach.

Camille runs her fingers through my hair, pushing a strand behind my ear. “I’m okay,” she reassures me, leaning down to give me a chaste kiss. “I was at the gym, hitting the bag because I needed to work some frustration out, when Travis approached me.”

Travis is fucking dead to me. That motherfucker.

“He was making comments about my body, and I ignored him, but he didn’t like it. So he followed me and grabbed my arm to make me stay and hear him out. Then he…” She inhales and exhales, her eyes apologetic. “He showed me a video he had, of us in the locker room showers.”

Scratch that, Travis is fucking dead.

“How—”

“Let me finish, then you can go off, okay?”

I nod, and she continues. “He said he forgot something in his locker, which is why he came back and heard us. He was using the video as blackmail to try to get me to sleep with him.”

My mind blanks as everything stills around me. He did what?

She explains what happened, then shrugs nonchalantly. “So I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me. My brother’s PI team handled it. The video’s gone for good.” Her voice is calm as her fingers rake through my hair.

“Cami.” My voice cracks, so many differing emotions flowing through me at once.

Rage. Hurt. Protectiveness.

Travis not only watched us have sex, he recorded the damn thing. It’s utterly disgusting, and I’m distraught that she had to go through that. Not only that, he tried to hurt what’s mine, and it pisses me the fuck off.

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