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Rage boiled inside me as Hank revealed the torture he’d endured.

“I was d-doing well with my stuttering, but it got worse after that day. Mom doesn’t know all the details. I don’t want to her to worry.”

Bruce had threatened Hank, who was just trying to locate his missing sister. Was Bruce the person who torched Kiera’s cabin? Who was the woman?

An idea popped into my head. “Can I hire you?”

“For what?”

“Keep recording what you see at the campground. I know Kiera’s not staying there anymore, but I want to know what’s going on. I’m ordering you a set of high-end cameras. They’re small, so you can place them at various angles outside to get the best footage.”

“Like a spy?” His eyes gleamed.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“We keep this between us. Understand?”

Hank agreed, and for the next few minutes, our conversation swung to video games and movies. He didn’t stutter during any of those discussions.

Fucking Bruce had traumatized Hank, sending his body into panic mode, which increased the fear and stutter.

I needed to visit this fucker soon.

“Your stuttering will improve the more you immerse yourself with people and places you love.” I smiled. “I’m a doctor, so I know how the body and mind work.”

He sighed. “The b-body they found on the road wasn’t the man who attacked that resident and broke into the rooms.”

I figured that much. “Do you know who that criminal is?”

He flicked me a look, and I knew without him having to say anything.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

KIERA

I woke early with Forrest’s arm around me, the other tucked behind his head. His eyes were closed, and he looked handsome and peaceful, like a warrior taking a break from a rough battle. His tan chest rose and dipped, mesmerizing me with its rhythm.

I snuggled closer, wrapping one leg over him. My thigh pressed into his morning wood, and I smiled. I didn’t remember him coming home last night or when I’d fallen asleep. The last thing I remembered was the Opals are Forever mission, which made me laugh.

I loved being in his arms. I stroked a hand around his bare chest, enjoying the firmness of his muscles and the slightdusting of hair as I moved lower.

The clock by the bedside table read five in the morning. I didn’t remember ever waking up this early with anyone and feeling promiscuous. My hand landed on his cock and remained there, feeling its heat intensify by the second. What was wrong with me? I should let him sleep.

“Causing trouble already?” His groggy voice startled me.

I looked up and met his gaze. He didn’t have any sleep in his eyes.

“Were you awake all this time?” I pulled back my hand, feeling embarrassed.

“Yes.” He smiled devilishly, clasping my hand and placing it back on his cock.

I slid my hand under his boxers and gripped his raw arousal. “Why are you up?”

“I have a lot of meetings scheduled today. Need to get an early start. But I wanted to be in bed with you a bit longer until you started teasing me.”

I yanked down his boxer, setting his cock free. “Good morning to you,” I said, stroking it with slow seduction.