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But that's ridiculous.

He's working.

And honestly?

It's better this way.

Safer.

Smarter.

Not nearly as romantic.

“Just don't get in the way,” Oliver Pax says flatly.

Before I can even react, Less answers.

“Not planning on it.”

His voice is calm.

Respectful.

Professional.

But I know him.

I know the man standing behind that tone.

And if Oliver Pax knew the same man I know?

He'd understand that “not planning on it” really means something else.

Something like, if anyone touches her I'll bury their body somewhere nobody will ever find it.

Somehow the thought makes me smile.

Because despite everything—despite all my fears.

Despite the scars he left behind.

Despite how fast this is happening—I trust Less.

Which might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

Because trust is what broke me three years ago.

And now?

Now I'm handing it back to him all over again.

God help me.

The stage manager waves.

“This scene's just you, Amanda.”

I nod.