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SAVANNAH

Iwoke up warm and sore, tucked against the solid heat of Kane’s chest. His arm was slung over my waist, and his steady breath stirred my hair with every exhale.

For a moment, I didn’t move. Just listened to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and tried to figure out how the heck I was supposed to keep my head straight when he made me feel like I belonged here with him.

Like I was his.

And maybe I was. In every way that counted. Especially after giving him my virginity. He’d certainly demanded I say it enough…but it might’ve just been in the heat of the moment.

But I couldn’t forget why I was really here. No matter how possessive his touch was. Or how raw and consuming last night had been. And how easily I melted under the weight of his body or the heat of his stare. Not to mention the fact that he hadn’t used a condom when we had sex.

Today was day ten.

That was how long Kane had said he was giving my brother to give him what he wanted. Or he’d keep me—which felt like itmeant something completely different now. At least I hoped it did.

I swallowed hard, bracing myself as I gently shifted out from under his arm. His brows furrowed, and he made a soft sound of protest in his sleep, but he didn’t wake. I snagged his tee from the floor, tugged it over my head, and padded into the bathroom to splash water on my face.

When I came back into the room, Kane was awake and sitting up, the sheet barely covering his hips. My pulse tripped over itself at the sight of his bare chest and messy hair, but I forced myself to focus.

“We need to talk.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, instantly on alert. “About what?”

I walked to the foot of the bed and wrapped my arms around myself, heart racing. “Today’s the tenth day.”

He didn’t flinch. “It is.”

“I know that you think my brother is a dirty cop who’s done something to cross you.” I licked my lips. “But I need you to look deeper. Please.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at me like he was waiting for more.

So I gave it to him.

“I’m sure you have reasons. Some kind of proof. But you don’t know my brother like I do. He’s always followed the rules. There’s no way he’s dirty.”

“There’s a fuck ton of evidence that says you’re wrong.” Kane’s jaw flexed. “Maybe you don’t know your brother as well as you think, and he’s exactly who I think he is.”

I refused to believe that. “What if someone set him up to make it look like he was involved in something he wasn’t?”

Kane shook his head, an apologetic gleam in his green eyes. “We haven’t found a damn thing to make us think that’s what’s going on here.”

“Then let me prove it.” I stepped closer. “Please.”

He rubbed a hand down his face and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “You’re asking a lot, Savannah.”

“I know.” I moved to the space between his knees and looked him in the eye. “But you’re not the kind of man who’d let an innocent person take the fall for something they didn’t do.”

His hands settled on my hips. His grip was firm, and for a second, I thought he might push me away. Instead, he pulled me in.

“I’ll consider it,” he finally offered, his voice low and reluctant.

I sagged in relief. “Thank you.”

“Not promisin’ anything, baby,” he warned.

“I know.” I threw my arms around his neck without thinking, hugging him tightly. “Whatever you find, I want to be part of it. I need to know the truth too.”