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Fucking go all in. Over the edge, just like when we jumped off the cliff.

I’m so far gone I don’t even realize someone is shouting my name until Allison jolts against me.

“Someone’s here. Tell me that it’s not so.”

Chapter Forty-Eight

Truck sobers, the blissed-out look on his face gone too soon.

“I’ll handle it. The compound is secure, so it’s one of ours or one of the staff. Don’t be concerned.”

I know my expression is full of worry because I can feel the tension around my mouth.

He kisses my cheek, brushing my damp hair back. “Love you, sweetheart.”

When he steps back, cool air sweeps in. “I’ll just rinse off, get dressed, and be right out.”

He forces a tight smile as he pulls his boxer briefs back up and snags a pair of pants from the adjoining walk-in closet.

His movements are a little too stiff. He’s in pain. That upsets me.

I should have said no, but he’s such a bad influence.

Only, I’m not going to complain. This once.

The man knows how to deliver when it comes to my pleasure.

After a quick rinse in the ridiculously beautiful shower with four heads, I hurry through the spacious suite. They weren’t joking when Truck’s team told us the ‘cave’ was plush.

“This place is ridiculous,” I mutter to myself as I tread on a wool rug that’s at least three inches thick.

The high, rock walls glisten with embedded veins of gold, velvet brown, and even flashes of gemstone colors.

This place puts most other five-star resorts to shame. And to know Luke—the silent partner in Agile—bought it for the team and their families makes me understand how much his teams mean to him.

It’s secluded. Safe. Decked out.

The perfect place for us.

A refuge while Truck heals, and somewhere my father and his men can’t get to us.

I finally slept last night, knowing that.

In a hand-carved dresser that nestles perfectly against the smooth cave walls, I find another pair of panties that Truck picked out for me. But I don’t have time to think about all the ways that makes me hot right now.

We haven’t had a single visitor since we arrived. This development makes my unease grow as I pull on a tank top, cashmere joggers, and a zip-sweater.

Truck’s voice drifts down a long corridor that leads to one of the main sitting areas. “How did you find her?”

My interest peaks immediately. Quickening my steps, I close the distance.

Maybe it’s Justice. Maybe it’s about Rosalie…

Worry makes my stomach flutter.

Truck’s not talking to a visitor. He’s on the phone when I step into the cavern that’s been turned into a giant sitting room.

Clusters of leather couches and complimentary chairs are spread about the space.

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