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She lets go of my dick and rolls to her side, pressing her bare body to mine.

Bare.

I like that thought more than I should.

The need to get my shit together is as great as it is to get her out of town. Both are a pretty big fucking deal right now.

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COWBOYS

Evie

“My man Micah has leveled up,” Rocco mutters.

“Shut up, Roc,” Micah snaps as Rocco pulls up to the BioNova Learjet and puts it in park right on the edge of the runway.

I barely had a chance to dig through Micah’s sweats to find something I could cinch around my waist tight enough to get me to the plane. I put on my bra from yesterday and topped off my ensemble with a worn charity softball T-shirt from six years ago with the New York City skyline across the front.

It’s so soft, I may never give it back. If this is the souvenir I get for making it through this chapter of my life, I’ll take it.

Maybe I’ll do some shopping for Micah to replace it … when it’s safe for me to be out and about by myself again.

Micah opens the back door where he sat next to me on the way to the BioNova hangar on a private airstrip. He folds out and offers me a hand. I’m slow to move as my stitches pull as I climb out after him.

Rocco pops the trunk and looks around. “Are you taking an entourage?”

“No,” I assure him. “But it does appear we have a send-off party.”

My father’s Tesla is pulled up right next to the plane, alongside two Suburbans with the BioNova logo.

Security.

Though, after the last week, my father is doing a top-to-bottom revamp of his so-called security. The Merc and Cayenne pulling up the rear mean that Andrew and Cadence have decided to join the party.

I sigh.

I look down at myself, still pantyless, this time in Micah’s old sweats.

Whatever.

I’m an adult and was almost killed last night by a hitman hired by my not-ex-yet-husband. My hair is wet, and I’m in another man’s clothes.

My mother will be mortified.

Cadence will be ecstatic.

I do not have the energy to worry about what my family thinks of me right now—good or bad.

I can’t wait to get on that plane.

Micah grabs a duffel big enough to haul a moderate-sized human from the trunk. He takes my other hand and turns to Rocco. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. Watch your back.”

Micah glances down at me and gives my hand a squeeze. “Where we’re going, that won’t be an issue.”

“When will you be back?” Rocco asks.

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