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Now this.

Both confirmations that this really wasn’t Bale’s house.

It was Jacob’s.

Why the hell did Bale take me here?

And where’s Jacob?

I glanced down at my chest, my breasts only semi-hidden from the one button I’d been able to muster closed.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, it wasn’t Bale’s shirt.

Nor was the bed I’d slept in last night while cuddled on his chest.

Or the island he’d fucked me on.

Or the wall his hand had gone through.

This … didn’t make any sense.

I held on to the edge of the desk, my brain reeling from all this new information.

I needed to back up, start at the beginning.

And that was when Bale’s membership to Lush had been approved. In order for him to gain access and work his way off our waiting list, he had to meet certain criteria—criteria that my team would have confirmed. His Social Security number, income, address, employment—all things that would have been vetted. I’d even looked at his paperwork myself, and each item had been thoroughly researched and seemed perfect.

Were they all lies?

But how was that possible?

It would take me seconds to log in to our system and check his file, review the data he’d provided.

I only needed my phone.

And—fuck me—that was something I didn’t have.

I never entered Lush with a purse or my cell. I kept them in the apartment upstairs, so when Bale had escorted me to his car, I’d gone to the passenger seat, empty-handed.

He’d driven here, not me, which also meant I didn’t have my vehicle.

Or any way to get home.

I ran back to the bedroom and dropped the button-down on the floor, slipping my dress on over my head and sliding my feet into my heels.

I hadn’t seen a landline in Jacob’s office. There wasn’t one on either nightstand, and I was sure there hadn’t been one in the kitchen.

But his home was on South Beach—something that had impressed me during the drive; therefore, I knew, within a few blocks of walking, I would come across a store or a coffee shop or a hotel—someplace I could call for a car. And when I got back to Lush and retrieved my phone, I would text Jacob, and I would dig into Bale’s file, and I would get to the bottom of this.

I would find out how this had happened.

And I would get all the answers I needed …

To move on.

FIVE

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