She woke before he did, tangled in sheets that smelled like cedar and smoke, his arm heavy and possessive even in sleep, and spent a long moment hating herself with real conviction.
This wasn't the plan. There had never been a version of the plan that involved belonging to Damon Voss, and every professional instinct she had was screaming that she'd just handed a dangerous man leverage over her that she couldn't afford to give anyone.
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