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A chill ran through me, but I didn’t break eye contact.

“I don’t do regrets,” I said evenly.

Silence stretched between us.

He studied me, like an animal stalking prey, but wasn’t so sure it had the advantage.

“Be careful, no one is completely immune.”

“Are you threatening me, Dylan?”

A ghost of a grin tugged at his lips, but his eyes stayed cold.

“No, of course not. Just stating the obvious.”

I stepped back toward the door, wanting to get out of here. We couldn’t leave fast enough.

“Thank you for the stall.”

He didn’t follow me outside, but I felt his eyes on my back long after I left the house. I didn’t exhale until I reached the bottom of the steps and refused to glance over my shoulder. I wouldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction.

GORAN

The next morning, I knew something was wrong before I even bent down to take a closer look in the dim light. One of the truck tires was sunk into the gravel at an unnatural angle.

Running my thumb along the rubber, I felt the clean slice. No nail, no road damage. Only the unmistakable mark of a blade. It had to have been done while we were asleep, then slowly leaked overnight.

I glanced toward the main house. No one was openly watching. But that didn’t mean there weren’t eyes on us.

“Everything okay?” Kaylani called from inside the trailer.

“Yeah,” I replied evenly. “Looks like a slow leak.”

Lani would hate that I was shielding her from the truth, but protecting her was my job. Not just as her bodyguard, but now as her husband. I would be damned if some fucker scared her.

She stepped down the metal stairs, brushing her hands off on her breeches.

“Of course. Because why would anything be easy?”

I kept my expression neutral.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get it changed as quickly as possible. Lucky for us, we’ve got a full spare.”

She crouched beside me, studying the tire with her lips puckered like her annoyance would solve the problem.

“Do you need help?”

“No, just need to unhook the trailer. I’ve got it.”

She tilted her head. “You sure?”

“Lani.”

“Fine. I’ll let you handle it and go spend time with my horse.”

She stepped back and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

I watched her walk away and allowed myself a moment to appreciate my wife’s sexy ass before turning back to the problem at hand.