Page 67 of Keeping What He Wants

“I am, Ryker.” She dropped his hand to her thigh. “He came after me twice. What if he does again and succeeds? He blames me for you going against him.”

“You don’t have to worry about Razor.” Ryker met her gaze. “Trust me.”

She didn’t know what to believe. “You killed him.”

He smoothed his hands along her thigh. “How exactly did you get the stomach bug?”

“A patient threw up on me.” She glanced over at her father. “Did he kill him? Do you know anything?”

Her father scratched his chin. “He hasn’t been arrested. If I knew anything, he’d be in jail.”

“Really? I thought because you loved each other that you’d protect him.”

Ryker laughed.

“Love is a really strong word.” Her father folded his arms over his chest.

She smiled. “I think you’re at least getting used to one another.”

Neither man said anything further, and she clicked on the TV. They were restless, and she was loving it. There as no way she could have forced them to stay with her like this in real life. Being quarantined with them quite possibly was the best thing that could have ever happened to her.

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