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I want him. I never stopped, and he’s right. Nothing feels better than when he touches me.

We kiss, and I haven’t heard a peep from Anna-Katherine. She’s probably struggling not to look.

I hold his face, brushing his lips with my thumb. “The fucking lengths I have to go to in order to get you to chase me.”

He breaks into a laugh, and we kiss again.

“You were breaking my heart,” he pants. “This weekend sucked.”

No matter what happens, though, I can guarantee him one thing. “I’ll never run from you,” I tell him.

He gazes into my eyes, dipping in for kiss after kiss after kiss. “I dare you,” he breathes out. “Every fucking day. For as long as we both shall live.”

He dives into my neck, and I need to get my sister indoors, but I can’t seem to stop fucking holding him and kissing him.

Horns honk in the distance, though, and we pop our heads up, seeing a vehicle bounding off road, around the Jaegers’ trucks. I recognize the Audi. Jerome, and he’s followed by Vincent’s Land Cruiser and a BMW. The Jaegers spin their trucks around, chasing after them.

It’s better the treasure wind up in Jaeger hands than winding up in my father’s.

Looking Dallas in the eye, I tip my head to the building out in the field behind me, about a hundred yards away.

“Treasure’s there,” I tell him.

He glances, confusion spreading across his brow.

“Anna-Katherine!” I shout. “Out of the car! Let’s go!”

The three of us run before the cars reach us, across the muddy field in the storm and the wind.

He’s going to love this.

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Dallas

Running across the field, I keep my eyes peeled. Gators, snakes…They won’t be out during a storm, but the high grass freaks me out.

Callum seems completely unbothered, though, and I’m the one who grew up in the wild.

Nearing the barn, I recognize it even though I’ve never been inside.

Two Locks.

It stopped being used for livestock years ago, now serving as a venue for dances or old-fashioned juke joint nights.

Mostly, it sits empty, though. Once in a while, you’ll pass by late at night, a couple of cars hidden along the side, and know that an unhappy wife is meeting her lover on this lonely road where they won’t be discovered.

Rumor has it Clay’s grandmother used to meet the late Sheriff Hawkins out here, their affair spanning decades.

I go for the side door, but Callum stops me. “It’s not in there.”

He flashes me that amazing smile that sends a current straight to my dick, and like a dog, I race with him to the other side.

I help him pull open the two large double doors of the attached building, and the bread truck sits inside.

I exhale, throwing him a grin. “You make me happy.”

He kept the treasure mobile. We can just drive it to the Bay.