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I’d better get used to that. Annie’s probably going to keep me at a distance for a long while.

Letting out a sigh, I help myself to a bottle of water and chug half of it down while peeking through the curtains. Everything is quiet outside, but I don’t let my guard down.

I have to get Annie to our final destination point, which is Máncora in Peru. Only then will I be able to relax.

Annie

I needed the shower desperately, and when I’m done brushing my teeth, I feel a little more human again.

I find a small black comb in the kit and scrunch my nose as I try to brush my hair. It takes a while, and when I finally have all the knots out, I glance at the door.

During the shower, all I did was think about my predicament and everything that’s happened. My shoulders slump because even after I’ve seen Rowan kill and he’s dragged me to God only knows where, I still care.

I shake my head as I open the door. “I’m done.”

Rowan picks up a set of clothes, and when I exit and step to the side so he can pass me, he takes hold of my arm and pulls me back into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I tug against his hold on me.

“I’m going to shower.”

He sets the clothes down on the small counter, then points at the toilet seat. “Sit down.”

I watch him lock the door and place the key on the shelf in the shower. It takes a few seconds too long to realize he plans on showering with me in the bathroom.

My mouth drops open, and before I can argue, he grabs hold of his shirt and drags it over his head.

My right eyebrow pops up, and I stare like an idiot at his bare chest and abs.

Sweet Jesus.

How’s he even more muscled than the last time I saw him shirtless?

I notice a scar on his left shoulder and another beneath his pec. Both are thin lines, and I wonder how he got them, but don’t dare ask.

The first time I saw his bare chest, I was definitely too stunned to notice the scars, but now I have time to stare.

My gaze lowers to his strong hands, and I watch while he unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down.

Heat flushes my core, and my abdomen clenches unbelievably hard.

Chiseled lines curve from his hips downward, and I get to see more of them as he begins to push the fabric down.

When a dusting of black hair comes into view, I almost swallow my tongue. My cheeks flame up, and I quickly turn my back to him.

“Sit, Annie,” Rowan says, amusement lacing his words.

I sound breathless as I ask, “Do I really need to be in the bathroom while you shower?”

“Yes.” I hear fabric glide over skin, and when he turns on the faucets, he adds, “You’re welcome to look, though.”

I let out a burst of awkward-sounding laughter, and feeling flustered, I don’t think and sit down on the toilet. My eyes connect with Rowan’s muscled back as water streams down his skin.

Sweet mercy.

I notice a scar that could be from a bullet wound, but then my gaze lowers, and heat spreads through me like a wildfire.

His ass is a work of art. Tight. Perfect. I’m pretty sure I could bounce a quarter off it.