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“Nothing,” she lied.

He didn’t press.

She adored him for that.

Instead, he asked, “What do you want to do?”

“Anything.”

That was how she found herself flying down the highway in the passenger seat of Bene’s Lambo while they sped out of the city going fifty over the speed limit. His hand skated across the seats, finding its way to her thigh, and squeezing tight.

Heat lit up her body.

Pain squeezed her heart.

“Ever been to Maggie’s Falls?”

Vanna looked over at him, enjoying the way the shadows of the car darkened his handsome features. “No, never even heard of it.”

“You’ll love it.”

Why didn’t she doubt that?

“Good,” she whispered.

Bene quieted just long enough for Vanna to think he wasn’t going to say anything else. Of course, he surprised her. He always did. From the jump, this man hadn’t been what she expected.

It was still a goddamn problem.

For more reasons than ever.

“Whatever’s going on,” he said, “it’ll be okay.”

Vanna didn’t know how to tell him, but …

No, it wouldn’t be.

Not for him.

For her.

Or for anyone else.

Had she made a mistake?

Was trying to finish her father’s vendetta the biggest one yet?

Vanna didn’t have those answers, and she no longer knew what to do to fix all of this mess that surrounded her. All by her own making, too.

Sweet justice, maybe.

God.

Instead of answering Bene, she asked, “How long until we get to … that place?”

“Another hour, maybe.”

“Okay.”