Page 137 of Enthrall Climax

He beamed at me as his hand cupped my cheek and moved over my jaw. I realized he was checking me for injuries.

“I’m fine.” I kissed the palm of his hand.

Cameron glanced to his left. “We have to go. Can you stand?” He helped me to my feet and I saw Shay at the helm of another yacht pulling up to our left. He gestured for us to hurry.

Scarlet and Richard were on there, too, and they helped us climb aboard.

We flung ourselves onto the leather seats at the back as Shay revved the throttle. We sped away from the chateau, and I didn’t dare look back to see if anyone was following. I couldn’t bear the thought of Chastain catching us.

Richard knelt at my feet, examining my ankle bracelet. “We have to get this off.”

“Check for a toolkit,” Shay called back.

Nuzzling against Cameron for warmth, I couldn’t imagine ever being away from him again. He removed his black tuxedo jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. The scent of cigars wafted over me and I realized it wasn’t his.

“Thank you.” I cupped his face with my hands, hardly believing this was really happening. I was out of there…I was finally out.

He reached for my hand and kissed my wrist, his expression fraught.

Richard found a wire cutter and used it to slice through the tracking device on my ankle. He threw it overboard into the river.

I turned my gaze to Scarlet and Richard—too overwhelmed to find the words I needed to express my gratitude. They’d risked so much.

The yacht cruised quickly up the Seine, and we stared at the sparkling lights coming from all of the modern and historic landmarks.

We left the yacht tethered to a dock and grabbed a taxi to Charles de Gaulle Airport, where a private jet was waiting.

It was only when the plane’s wheels lifted off the ground that I allowed myself to relax a little. I lay down on the bed in the private cabin, feeling the distance growing between myself and Hillenbrand.

Richard opened the door. “Hey, how are you?”

Staring past him, I looked for Cameron. “I’m okay.”

“I brought you a nightcap.” He carried in a tumbler of golden liquor.

“Cameron’s idea?”

“Maybe.” He handed it to me. “Hungry?”

“No, thank you.” I’d missed Richard and that bad boy sweetness.

He sat beside me and patted the mattress. “Looks like you get all the perks.”

“You can sleep here, too, if you like.”

“I’m joking.”

I let my head crash back on the pillow. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, pumpkin.”

That made me smile. “So much has happened. I’m working in marketing—”

“I heard you’re doing great.”

“Cameron thinks it’s safer for me to be near him…” My eyes filled with tears.

“Mia.” He took my hand in his.