I left out the fact that Jed had handcuffed me to his bed and fucked an orgasm out of me. A man-induced one. South was pro-Jed, but that might change if he knew how he defiled me. Got me on my knees. It seemed I had a thing for ass play and it probably wouldn’t be long before he worked more than his thumb in me there.

Then there was the fact that Jed thought South may be the one who wanted me dead.

“Yes,” I replied. “Did you learn anything new?”

“I talked to the sheriff. We found spent casings on the roof of the gift shop. Even though it’s only one floor, it’s got a ladder on the back.”

I sighed, knowing that wasn’t much, other than proving it had been intentional.

“Let us know if you learn anything else.”

“I don’t want you dead, North.”

I turned and looked up at Jed. He could probably hear what South had said and didn’t look the least bit sorry.

“I know,” I replied, imagining the conversation they’d had while I’d been asleep.

“I want to beat the shit out of Jed for even thinking the three of us would hurt you, but he’s protecting you. I respect that.”

I sighed, realized South was right. In a backwards way, Jed was showing how much he cared. It didn’t matter to him that the guys would hate him. That wasn’t important to him.

I was.

“West and East say hi. Glad you’re safe.”

“Hi back.”

South hung up and I handed the phone back to Jed. He set it on the little table, then tipped my chin up so I met his dark eyes. “You good, princess?”

I nodded, realizing I was, then cupped his jaw. Felt the soft rasp of his beard.

“I pushed you pretty hard.”

I looked away and I felt my cheeks heat. “Yeah. But… God, it had been amazing.”

He leaned down, kissed my nose. “We just need to get you out of that head of yours. We’ll work on it, but know that it’s sexy as hell watching you touch yourself.”

“You like it as long as I come.”

He kissed my forehead. “Every time. And often.”

“Yeah, well. A lot is going on right now so we’ll see what happens. We can’t stay in this cabin forever.”

His cell rang and he tipped it so he could read the display. Grunted. “My boss.”

I assumed he meant the FBI boss and not John Marshall. And that meant our little bubble of isolation had burst.

“Director,” he said. Not Marshall. “Yes. She’s here with me. Yes. No. Yes, she knows. I’ll put her on speaker.”

Those few words lasted about a minute. Jed’s face gave nothing away as his boss spoke. I sucked in a breath when he hit the button and held it between us.