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“If he was there for Iris, he wouldn’t have waited until she left,” Callum says. “I know it’s tough to hear this, but we think they’re after you too.”

“But why?” Her voice breaks. “I’m not a megastar or anyone special.”

“That’s the thing.” Callum hesitates. “We don’t think this is about Iris’s stardom any longer.”

The suspense is killing me. I tighten the arm around Ivy, willing him to get on with it. It’s clear they have a suspect. If we know who this person is, then it’ll help our investigation move faster.

“It may be a family thing,” he says. “We think your father is after you both.”

She buries her face in her hands and releases a shuddering breath.

“I’m sorry.” I rub both hands down her trembling shoulders.

I never knew my father and often wish I did. If I had the option to choose between never knowing and the menace that is Luke Ross, I know I’m picking the former. Hell, my dad died a hero but theirs is trying to take them out. How sick is that?

“It’s okay.” My voice sounds hollow with the empty platitudes. There’s nothing to say that’d make it less horrifying.

But she nods vigorously, drawing deep breaths, gathering strength. When she looks back up, her gaze is hawk-like. What is she thinking? The news must devastate her, but she’s not breaking down. Her spine is straighter and her features are set in a determined line.

Her eyes are dead set when she finally speaks. “If there’s a reasonable suspicion that Luke is behind this, I know how we can trap him.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Ivy

I settle into the plush sofa in the media room. The soft foam molds around my hips and back like the perfect hug. Worlds better than the handpicked couch in my living room.

“The luxury,” I groan.

I’m glad no one is in here to hear me laud a sofa. And in one of the numerous media rooms no less. It’s no wonder getting a room on the resort costs an arm and a leg. For me at least. Everything is so opulent.

I set my laptop on my knees and flip it open. I’m glad that even amid the fear and worry that rushed through me that night, I grabbed the device. I’m certain Brody would refuse to lend me his. After declaring my intent to help set a trap to catch Luke, he’s been salty as an anchovy.

That’s his business. Mine is my work.

I put a call through to my colleague, Myrtle Rye. She’s the only one I can trust at the office. She’s been keeping me updated on everything that has been happening while I’ve been away. It doesn’t sound good for me.

“Talk to me, Myrtle,” I say as her face comes on.

“Hello to you too, Ivy.” Her voice is warm. “How is your day? Lovely. Really? Mine too.”

I exhale. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been on edge considering all that’s been happening.”

“I understand.” The lines on her forehead grow deeper as she leans in. “Are you eating and sleeping well?”

I think about two nights ago when I got thoroughly fucked and afterward rocked to sleep in strong arms. And then this morning when a platter with breakfast was supplied by my roommate who’s mad at me. “I can’t complain.” I really don’t want to talk about myself. I’ll only be fine when all of this blows over. “How are you?”

“Very good. Notice anything different?” She pats the base of her hair.

“Um… I don’t… The hair! The curls are new.”

“Calm down, sweetheart. It’s not a spot the difference game.”

“Sorry.” I wince. “It looks good. Suits you.”

Myrtle shakes her head, her eyes sad. “This whole ordeal has really done a number on you, huh?”

I press out a smile. “Let’s just say I’m discovering a strength I never knew I had.”

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