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I’d won the challenge by a matter of seconds.

Seconds .

Fuck, I might never sleep again.

Or let go of the woman I was all but clinging to.

The speedboat carried us toward the same yacht Molly and Cameron had stayed in after that particular challenge in their season. I had Erin basically glued to my front while the boat crashed through the growing waves that accompanied the brewing storm.

A yacht didn’t seem like a great place to be during a tropical storm, but the Society would move us if it grew too dangerous.

Hopefully.

I let out a shaky breath and buried my nose in Erin’s hair, closing my eyes.

That had been close.

Too close.

I hoped to never see another fucking puzzle in my life.