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My hand tightens around hers as a vise clamps down on my chest and squishes my heart, threatening to eviscerate it. “Don’t ever do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about leaving like that.”

“Dalton…”

She doesn’t say anything else, but the way my name floats from her perfect lips makes my cock twitch against my wet shorts that are concealing nothing under the clear water she can definitely see into.

I never knew the danger that exists on the mountain could come in the form of this woman.

But she has become my greatest weakness.

ChapterTen

DALTON

By the time the water cools enough that Camille reaches over to add more from the hot tap for the third time, I grab her arm to stop her and shake my head. “I’m good.”

Some of the pain and tension may linger, but it’s light-years better than the constant spasms and agonizing sharp, stabbing torture I was experiencing before Camille arrived andforcedme into this tub.

She offers me a concerned look, her dark brows furrowing. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

Her gaze drifts to my hand wrapped around her arm, and I let it linger there a little too long. The feel of her smooth, soft skin under my rough fingertips might be the most decadent thing I’ve ever experienced.

But it isn’t right for me to be so selfish when it comes to this woman.

Shit.

I release her quickly, and she reaches down to pull the drain plug.

Water starts rushing away from around me, and I watch the woman I’ve sat here with for the past hour in a comfortable silence—yet somehow, still one filled with a thousand unsaid things.

Veryseriousthings that aren’t going to remain unsaid forever.

She saw the way my body reacted to her, the wayIreacted when she mentioned leaving, but she doesn’t know the half of it.

How the panic welled instantly at the thought of her and Davey not being here.

How I wanted to scream that she better noteverleave and had to rein myself in from doing just that.

I have no right to say it.

No right toaskit.

Camille Bower isn’tmine,no matter how much I may want her to be.

She retreats to grab a towel for me, and I take the opportunity to push off the sides of the cast iron tub to get to my feet without her being able to see my grimace at the twinge of electric pain that radiates across my back and down my right thigh.

My legs shake, but it isn’t the violent, barely holding-me-up type of quaking that it was an hour ago when I thought I might collapse before I ever even made it up here.

She twists and hands it to me, keeping her gaze on my face rather than at my nearly naked body and soaked boxer briefs that cling toeverythingthey cover.

At least my cock is cooperating now.

Though I don’t know how.

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