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I scroll through my phone. Again.
No messages.
No headlines.
No pictures.
But I feel it.
That night is still under my skin.
The look in her eyes when I touched her like she was mine. The way she let me in—truly in—not just to her body, but her space.
That suite. That hidden part of her world no one else gets to see.
She let me see it.
And fuck if it didn’t undo me.
I swipe to her contact. Just her name, still sitting there.
She’s probably asleep.
Or working. Or locked behind whatever steel-plated walls she’s built back up since I left.
She’s not mine. Not really.
But it felt like she was.
And that’s the problem.
I drop the phone on my chest and close my eyes.
And then, without warning, Cal’s face flashes in my head.
That quiet way he watches. That steady presence. The way he didn’t laugh when the others did.
He’s twenty-four. Barely out of college. He has no idea what he’s walking into every night. But he’s already learning. Watching me like I’m someone worth mirroring.
And that?—
That might scare me more than anything.
Because I’m not built to be followed.
I’m built to survive.
But now I’ve got a rookie watching my every move, and a woman I can’t stop wanting—even if wanting her might burn the whole damn thing down.
I drag the towel off my shoulder and turn onto my side, staring at nothing.
I don’t know how to be what either of them needs.
But I know this much:
I’ll move heaven and earth not to let either of them down.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
