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Frozen.

An odd feeling came across me as I looked at her back. From this angle, that was all I could see. “Oaklyn …” I couldn’t imagine what had caused her to halt, why she wasn’t making her way onto the plane. If she was suddenly hit with anxiety or wasn’t feeling well.

Hell, maybe she was about to tell me that she didn’t want us to confess to my sister tonight.

I had no fucking idea.

But since she still hadn’t responded, I tried again. “Oaklyn?” When a few seconds passed and I still didn’t get a reaction from her, I moved in behind her, joining her on the landing. “Baby, what’s wrong?” My arm slipped around her stomach, and I pulled her against my chest, staring at the back of her head, waiting for her to face me.

It was that movement, pulling her toward me, gripping her stomach, that earned me a reaction.

Her body turned rigid, like fucking stone, and she pushed my hand away, slowly looking at me from over her shoulder.

“Camden,” she whispered, the fear in her eyes making me want to protect her. “Fuck.”

Fuck?

Why … fuck?

What is she talking about?

Where is this fear and worry coming from?

I didn’t know what caused me to look over her head and into the belly of the plane, but when I saw who was waiting for us inside, when it was supposed to be just the two of us, I knew why Oaklyn was on the verge of a panic attack.

Hannah sat in one of the center seats with her arms folded across her chest.

Anger filled her expression, a glare mounting in her eyes.

Her lips were pulled into a thin, hard line.

I was positive she had witnessed the kiss Oaklyn and I had just shared outside—any of the four windows to Hannah’s left would have given her the perfect view.

Not that it fucking mattered.

My presence in Sedona, along with the fact that we were boarding The Dalton Group’s private jet rather than the commercial flight Oaklyn was supposed to be on, proved we’d spent the last four nights together.

That we were more than just friends.

Fuck.

Me.

“Hey, lovebugs,” Hannah said, her voice carrying across to where we stood, causing Oaklyn to turn toward my sister. “How was your little vacay? Did you enjoy the desert together?” Her eyes narrowed. “What, you really thought I wasn’t going to find out?” She shook her head, like a teacher scolding a student. “Come on. You guys know me way better than that.” She nodded toward the seat next to her. “Why don’t you come in? You have a whole flight to explain to me how long this relationship has been going on for and why the hell I had to find out like this.”

My hand moved back to Oaklyn’s stomach.

There was zero need for her to push it away at this point.

“I guess it’s time to tell her,” I whispered. “Jesus Christ.”

Oaklyn clung to my hand. “This is the last thing I wanted. Damn it, Camden.”

“I know. Me too.”

She made her way onto the plane and took a seat across from Hannah, setting her purse on the floor. I took the spot beside my girlfriend, immediately calling over the flight attendant.

“Vodka. Rocks. And keep them coming,” I told her.

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