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Caleb’s thumb hooks under my chin, tilting my face a fraction until I’m staring up at him.

“We know this is hard for you, being in a strange place. I can only imagine how vulnerable you must feel, but you can trust that we’ll do whatever we can to put you at ease going forward.”

And that's just it, they already have. Mason would have never said he trusted them otherwise. My conflicted feelings have everything to do with me and nothing to do with them.

“Try and sleep. Noah will make sure you’re taken care of.” Caleb kisses the top of my head before dropping his hand and righting himself. “I’ll see you both later.”

He squeezes Noah’s shoulder, and I can’t help but melt at how they catch each other's gaze. It might only be for a couple of seconds, but it’s intense and filled with so much love I have to look away, feeling like I’m intruding on a very intimate moment.

One thing I know for sure is Curtis never looked at me that way. In company, of course, he was the perfect boyfriend. The rest of the time, his expression was filled with contempt. It didn’t matter what I did or didn’t do; I was never enough.

ChapterEleven

CALEB

I want to track that motherfucker down and beat him until he’s a bag of bones.

Leaving was nearly impossible, but I don’t think I’d be good around Jessica in this state. I meant what I said. She needs to rest and take time to heal. Noah is better than I am at containing his anger over the situation. Me, not so much. It’s taking everything in me not to make a detour and drive straight to his house. It’s not like I don’t have the address. I did a lot of digging last night while Noah watched over her.

I’m surprised Mason didn’t come across it because he would have vetted the bastard. It would have been a straight red flag if he had delved deeper. As much as I hate getting Elliot involved, it's for the best. I need to put my petty jealousy to bed.

Pulling to a stop at a red light, I snatch up my phone from the centre console and shoot a quick text.

Me: Everything okay?

I see the bubbles appear and tap my steering wheel with my other hand as I await his reply.

Noah: Yes. Nothing has occurred in the past ten minutes since you left.

Noah: And don’t text and drive!

Me: I’m at a red light, smart arse.

Noah: You love my arse.

I can’t help but smile, but he’s also right.

Me: True

I drop my phone back in the centre console.

Getting through this meeting will be excruciating, but at least I’ll have something else to focus on, if only long enough for my anger to abate to a simmer rather than a full-on boil. I could use a good workout session, but that will have to wait until I’m home. I enter the underground car park near Tower Bridge, where my main offices are. Scanning my pass, I await as the barrier rises and make my way to my reserved space.

“Mr. Knight.”

I look up as Benji stands there with a shammy leather in his hand.

“Benji, you look like you’ve grown a foot since I last saw you.” I ruffle his hair, and he smiles wide, his braces sparkling under the fluorescent lights.

His dad, Carter, steps out from inside the valet bay. “Tell me about it. He needs to slow down. The kid has his SATS when he returns to school after half term.”

Holding out my hand, I shake Carter’s hand. “So, you’re putting him to work in the meantime?”

Carter throws his head back and laughs. “Nah, believe it or not, he likes spending time with his old man, and you know he’s a motorhead.”

I glance up and see him peering through the driver’s side window of my BMW 8 Series Coupé.

“Hey, Benji, you fancy giving my car an inside and out?” I ask, looking at Carter, who smiles with a nod.

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