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A rough laugh escaped me.

Of all the fucking things she could’ve said.

Ignoring what I’d seen in Marcela’s eyes was exactly how I’d ended up chained in that hellhole.

But standing here with Isabella’s hand resting over my heart, I couldn’t regret the road that had brought me to her.

Not the pain Ciro had put me through.

Not what Marcela had done to me.

Every ounce of misery I’d taken was worth it if finding Isabella was what waited at the end of it.

I took her face in my hands.

“And right now, yours are telling me you worry too much, Mouse.” I brushed my thumbs over her cheeks.

“I want to get you home and safe and give you a chance to settle before you figure out what comes next. Everything’s about to change for you. So, aye, I’m worried. In a few hours, we’ll make the last leg of this escape, and until we’re on that plane, I’m not taking anything for granted.” I held her gaze. “But whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe.”

She slid her arms around my waist and pressed a soft kiss over my heart.

“I know you will. I’ve never felt safer in my life.”

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head while I held her for a moment beneath the cool spray.

“Let me finish washing up so we can get a few hours of sleep before we have to leave.”

She giggled.

Not the reaction I expected.

“Um, I think there’s something else we need to finish before we sleep.”

She pulled away and stared pointedly at my cock before lifting her eyes to mine with a smile.

“Allow me to finish what I started.”

I chuckled. “I can live with that.”

She picked up where she’d left off at my hips. After working the soap into a lather, she handed me the bar and ran both hands down one leg and then the other before slowly working her way back up.

She carefully avoided my cock.

Instead, she reached around me and washed my ass first.

I was enjoying the hint of shyness until her fingers slipped between my cheeks, returning the favor I’d given her earlier and sending a jolt straight through me.

Well, well.

When there was nothing left to wash but my cock, I reached for the soap.

Apparently, that was unacceptable.

She snatched it out of my hand and wagged one finger at me as though I were a badly behaved child.

“Did I say I was finished?”

Before I could answer, she dropped to her knees.