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post-traumatic-stress meltdown. Though she might welcome the distraction, Knox wouldn’t do that to her.
    He inched his way higher, washing her navel, but not before gently suckling her belly. He stood. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly parted.
    She was so fucking sexy.
    He ran the soap over her breasts, teasing her nipples to attention with his fingertips. She gasped, her mouth forming the perfect invitation. He cupped her face, capturing her mouth with his. When she responded by grabbing his shoulders, he let her take the lead, let her deepen the kiss.
    She was going to destroy him, and she had no fucking clue.
    He broke the kiss. “Let me wash your hair.”
    Her big blue eyes peered up at him, and she nodded. He filled the palm of his hand with shampoo, and she let out a little laugh and smiled. “That’s way too much.”
    She scooped out a portion of the shampoo and worked it into her hair. He was content to watch her, to admire the rise and fall of her breasts while she worked the now darker blond strands from root to tip. When she started to rinse the suds out of her hair, he tangled his hands with hers.
    When her hair was clean, she faced him, eyes open. “Why did you do it?” she asked. “Why did you save me?”
    “I had to.” It was the honest-to-God truth.
    The look in her gaze was almost too much for him—whether he’d saved her or not, he wasn’t worthy of that look. The look scorched his soul—it was good and pure and everything he wasn’t.
    So with one final caress of her lips, he stepped out of the shower to allow her to finish washing in private, exchanging the now soaked towel with another. He left, not looking back, knowing if he did, he wouldn’t leave.

Chapter 3
    Natalie gingerly patted herself dry with the scratchy motel towels. Her body was growing stiff and achy, the last few hours catching up to her once again.
    She replayed the night’s events in her mind, viewing everything as a spectator, like it hadn’t really happened to her. Twenty-four hours ago, she was the sheltered Farrington heiress, locked away in her tower. And now?
    She was free, but she’d paid a heavy price. One she hadn’t prepared for—how could she have? A man’s life had been exchanged for her own. Even if he was her father’s hired muscle, taking his life was still a blow she hadn’t expected; she knew she’d do anything to gain her freedom, but this?
    The image of the guard’s fallen body flashed through her mind, and she briefly closed her eyes, willing the image to recede, but it was burned into her memory. Would she ever stop seeing it? It was all so surreal.
    Except for Knox. He was solid, real,
hers.
That much she knew.
    Beneath his hard exterior and guarded eyes there was a soft side. She’d experienced it firsthand just now when he’d tenderly cared for her in the shower.
    But underneath the softness there was a whole slew of heat and hardness that simultaneously petrified and excited her.
    Her ruined clothing was no longer on the floor. Knox must have taken care of it for her. Oh, yes, there was definitely more to him than met the eye.
    She slipped out of the bathroom, hiking the towel farther up her chest. She’d just been almost completely naked with Knox, but suddenly and irrationally, she felt shy.
    He was stretched out on one of the double beds, scrolling through his phone. His eyes met hers.
    “Feeling better?”
    “Yes. Thank you.” She searched through her backpack for a clean pair of panties and a T-shirt. She hadn’t anticipated having a roommate when she’d packed, so she hadn’t brought pajamas.
    A ridiculous thing to be worried about. She and Knox were way past worrying about pajamas.
    She returned to the bathroom to put her clothes on, then sat on the corner of the bed.
    Knox scooted to sit next to her. He lifted her chin to look at her neck. Bruises were beginning to emerge where the guard had choked her. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
    “A little,” Natalie