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I look over my shoulder to see her sitting behind Caleb, sipping on her coffee.

“We’re taking you to Camber Sands for a couple of days while we sort out the security at the house.” I don’t add about fixing up the room.

“Oh, I’ve never been.” She says, staring out of the window.

“You’ll love it. It’s right by the beach.” I know she loves the seaside. It’s one of the many things we’ve talked about. Instead of replying, she smiles, but it’s forced, like the ones she mustered when she first came to us.

I glance at Caleb, who looks to the rear-view mirror and then back to me. His lips form a straight line as he reaches out to squeeze my thigh, and our eyes meet in a shared moment of affection and uncertainty.

ChapterFifty

JESSICA

Camber Sands was beautiful, a nice escape from the chaos that follows me everywhere. Caleb and Noah still somehow managed to make our time there special, even under the circumstances, and they are memories I will cherish.

They held me through the night, even though I tried to fight it. Sleep came eventually, and when I woke soaked in sweat and frozen with fear, they were there to coax me back. They’ve been tactile and afforded me kisses but nothing else beyond that, and honestly, I’m grateful. I love being with these men any way they’ll have me, but the thought of being with them again so soon is overwhelming. They make me feel more than I ever thought possible. And I think they can sense that I need a few days. Their patience with me, as always, is unwavering.

As we return to what feels like home, there’s this foreboding presence, a heavy weight I can’t seem to lift no matter how much I try.

Curtis has already taken so much from me; his intentions were as wicked as ever when he invaded my sanctuary. Caleb arranged a security upgrade, and Camber Sands provided a temporary refuge. But now it’s back to reality.

It’s time for my next counselling session—a crucial step in my journey to reclaim my life, and I know deep down that I need to face this challenge alone. It’s an opportunity to prove that I am no longer a victim.

“Come.” Noah holds his hand out once we enter the house and kick off our shoes, leading me upstairs as Caleb does something to the alarm panel.

I almost crash into him when he stops outside my room, wondering why we’re standing here and not heading straight for their room. And there it is—self-doubt creeping in, and I’m wondering if I’ve been on the wrong page with them all along.

A firm hand caresses my lower back, and Caleb joins us as Noah pushes the door open and switches on the light.

He grips my hand as he steps inside, and I enter behind him, Caleb a welcome presence at my back as I take in the room.

“What did you do?” I ask as my eyes sweep the room, the smell of fresh paint assailing my senses as I take in the new furniture and decor. “It’s completely different.”

“We didn’t want you to come back and feel uncomfortable, not when this is meant to be a safe place.” Noah reaches up and cups my cheek.

“Of course, we still want you in our bed, but if you need a moment, we want you to know you can still find tranquillity here, between these walls,” Caleb says, resting his chin above my shoulder.

“If you don’t like it, we can change it.” Noah’s voice is uncertain.

“No, it’s perfectly fine, but it’s too much.” I hold my hand out to the expanse of the room. “I hate that I’ve turned your lives upside down. It makes me feel selfish for wanting you.”

Caleb’s arms wrap around my waist. “Jessica, you haven’t turned our lives upside down. You’ve turned us inside out. We’re the selfish ones for wanting you.”

I have to hold back the overwhelming urge to tell them I’m in love with them, the words heavy on my tongue.

“Then we’re all selfish,” I reply instead. “Thank you, I’ll find a way to repay you.”

Noah furrows his brow as though my last sentence was offensive.

“Your happiness is the only thing we want,” Caleb whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. It’s so easy to let myself get swept away and caught up in how they make my body tingle and my pulse race. I never knew my body could react like this.

I want to tell them to take me to bed, to consume me, ravish me, make me scream, but I also know sex isn’t going to fix this; it’s not going to make the situation with Curtis just disappear. I’m done hiding, I want my life back.

Stepping out of the wall of muscle that is all Caleb, I turn to face the two of them.

I take a deep breath and release it as my words rush out. “I have a session with Greta tomorrow afternoon, and I’m going—alone.”

Noah’s eyes go to Caleb and then back to me.

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