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In the afterglow, I gather her close, pressing fervent kisses to her damp skin. "I love you, Olivia. No matter what happened before, you're mine now."

My voice sounds as desperate as I feel, but fuck if I can help it.

I can’t live without her now.

She’s mine.

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Jack

Sweat drips down my back as I hike through the dense forest, thoughts of Olivia consuming me. Her soft skin, bright eyes, the way she feels in my arms...

I need to focus. Find more firewood before the sun sets and the temperature drops.

A twig snaps behind me. I whirl around, hand reaching for my knife, ready to confront a bear or mountain lion. But it's not an animal.

My heart falls.

It's a group of men, fanned out in a search party formation. My heart clenches.

They're looking for her.

My Olivia.

The one in the lead is tall, broad-shouldered, classically handsome.

It’s him. The man from the picture.

I ball my hands into fists.

He’s exactly the kind of man a woman like Olivia deserves. Not some washed-up recluse like me.

"You there!" the man calls out. "Have you seen a young woman? Brown hair, green eyes?" He holds up a photo.

It's her.

Smiling, radiant.

My fist tightens around the knife handle. I could lie. Lead them in the wrong direction. Keep Olivia to myself a little longer.

But it wouldn't be right.

She doesn't belong to me, no matter how much I wish she did.

"Yeah," I say gruffly. "She's at my cabin. Quarter mile that way." I point to the east, every word feeling like a knife to the gut.

The man's eyes narrow. "Your cabin? What the hell is she doing there?"

I bristle at his accusing tone. "I found her. In the woods. Injured. Been nursing her back to health."

He gives me a once-over, clearly finding me lacking.

I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to lay him out. But Olivia wouldn't want that.

So, I turn and stride back toward the cabin, hearing the search party fall into step behind me.

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