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“I was safe,” I reminded them.

“You told us Lucille said you would be safe.” He crossed his arms, waiting for me to answer.

“Ok.” I threw my hands in the air. “She didn’t exactly say I would be safe.”

“What did she say, Freyja?” Sal asked without looking at me. He sat in the chair with his head laid back and his eyes closed. I thought he had fallen asleep.

“She told me Tyran Fitzpatrick would be waiting for me at the airport. That I needed to go with him and that Sal would rescue me. She told me not to worry. That everything would work out the way it was supposed to.”

“Jesus fuck, Freyja. What if that meant you were supposed to die in an explosion?” Duncan shouted. I was thankful this was a private plane, otherwise TSA likely would have arrested him for causing a disturbance.

“She said Sal would rescue me. Rescue, not retrieve. That means survival.”

“Rescue doesn’t fuckin’ mean safe. Yes, that may mean alive, but it doesn’t fuckin’ mean you won’t be harmed.”

Shit!

He was right.

“I’m sorry, Duncan. I hadn’t thought of that. But regardless, this was my path. I had to walk it.”

“Next time Lucille comes to you in a dream, tell her to fuck off!”

“You don’t even believe in Lucille!”

I heard the others snicker at the argument I was having with Duncan. I wanted to be offended, but I was sure to anyone watching it would have looked ridiculous.

“Whether I believe in her or not doesn’t fuckin’ matter. You believe in her enough to listen to the shit she says. So, again, next time tell her to fuck off!”

“I love you, Duncan.” He snapped his head around to look at me. I couldn’t read his expression. I didn’t know if I had just screwed everything up, but the way he spoke about Lucille, like my beliefs mattered even if he didn’t agree with them, made me fall in love with him more than I already had.

He leapt from his seat and stepped into the aisle. I thought for sure he was walking away from me until he held out his hand. “Come with me.”

I placed my hand in his. My faith was being tested as I heard the men snicker. But when I looked at Colleen, she winked.

Duncan led me to a door at the back of the plane. Opening the door, he ushered me into a bedroom.

“I’m sorry, Duncan. I should have waited until we were in private.”

“Yes, you should have,” he said as he stepped in close. The room was small, and I had nowhere to back up. My legs hit the end of the bed as Duncan crowded me. I had nowhere else to go but to sit on the bed.

Looking up at him, I swallowed, my anxiety at his response threatening to send me over the edge.

Duncan pushed me back on the bed until I was lying down and then he leaned over me. His words came out on a rasp that crawled over my skin.

“How dare you speak those words in front of my friends.” My gaze dropped, and I turned my head away. I had misread everything. Duncan grabbed my chin. “Don’t turn away from me. You tell me you love me for the first time in front of others, knowing I can’t strip you down and bury myself in you.”

“What?” I breathed.

Duncan slammed his mouth against mine. Kissing me with a passion I had never felt before. My heart rate climbed as he slipped his tongue between my lips to dance with mine. His hands pulled at my skirt, frantically lifting it, revealing my body to him.

“I love you in skirts. Never wear pants.”

“I don’t own any,” I said absently.

He roughly pulled my panties down, and I swore I heard them rip. And then his fingers were inside me. I gasped at the intrusion. My back arched as he pumped, his palm pressing against my clit. He pushed me higher as his lips trailed down my neck.

“Duncan, please!”