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I felt Stella’s hands roaming my back. Her legs still wrapped tight around me. The smell of her.

Surrounded by her.

“Soul deep,” I whispered.

“What, honey?”

That was the second time she’d called me ‘honey.’ I got an occasional ‘Captain’ when she was feeling sassy. But no pet names. No, baby, babe, sweetheart. I was Cash.

“That’s how much I love you,” I told her. “Soul deep.”

“Soul deep,” she whispered back.

Exquisite pain tore through me. The kind that comes from the deepest wounds being stitched together, stemming a lifetime of rejection, rebuking the notion that I wasn’t worthy of love.

The baby by the dumpster.

Finally loved.

Soul deep.

Healed.

I dropped my forehead to hers and closed my eyes.

I wasn’t hiding.

My nervous system was recalibrating.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I ignored my cell vibrating with a text and kept scrolling the social media profile.

Was this what my life had come to? Sitting in an office, snooping on a CEO’s daughter and her fiancé?

Yes. Yes, it had.

And the chick seriously needed to lock her profile down. Not only did I know every freaking thing she had for breakfast, what the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen looked like, but the pictures she posted in her front yard showed her cars and the street.

Easy mark.

The fiancé wasn’t much better.

“Yo!” Theo poked his head in. “Zane needs you in the conference room.”

“Me?”

“That’s what he said.”

I closed my laptop and stood.

“Are you gonna decorate or leave the walls bare like Cash?”

I glanced around the cream walls of the office I’d be borrowing. They were indeed bare. As was the bookshelf. And I’d looked in the desk, all the drawers were empty.

But I didn’t know what Cash had to do with the office.

And decorating?