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Goldilocks.”
    Verity’s eyes popped open as something small and hard thumped down next to her hand. For a moment, the bright sunlight pouring in through the windows blinded her and she blinked several times, trying to get her bearings. Eventually, her gaze focused on the sight of her phone lying next to her hand on the motel bed.
    The motel.
    Oh, crap. That meant…
    Verity shot up and kicked out her legs, scooting across the bed until her back was flat against the headboard. She gripped the pillow that had been underneath her head and held it in front of her like a shield.
    She must have fallen asleep sometime during the night while waiting for Jake to return.
    Well, he was back now, and by the look of it, he wasn’t any kind of happy to see her.
    He stood at the foot of the bed, glaring down at her. His lips were fixed in a flat, tight line. His dark brows hung heavy over his eyes.
    Shit. She’d really screwed up this time. She prayed that she could talk her way out of this trouble and walk out of this room alive.
    “I-I can explain,” she stuttered.
    “Good,” he said. “You can start by explaining to your friend Cheryl. She’s threatening to call the cops if she doesn’t hear from you soon.”
    “What?” Verity’s brows pulled together. How the hell did he know about Cheryl?
    Jake gave a pointed look to the object he’d tossed down on the bed.
    Her phone. Of course.
    Verity snatched it up and scrolled through half a dozen panicked messages. Damn it. She quickly shot off a text.
    I’m alive…for now. I’ll let you know if that changes in the next couple of minutes.
    Verity didn’t want to look up once she was done. Jake had every right to be furious with her. It hadn’t been her intention to fall asleep on his bed. It was just that, between all the travel and stress, she’d been exhausted.
    She’d tried to stay awake. That’s why she’d been texting Cheryl so much. Joking back and forth with her friend had kept her both awake and distracted. The messages about Jake had been particularly amusing.
    Verity’s eyes widened as she stared down at the screen.
    Oh God.
    She glanced up. He was still there, of course. A sick feeling settled in the pit of Verity’s belly.
    “You looked through my phone, didn’t you?” she asked.
    “Yep,” he said, his voice hard.
    Verity felt her throat start to close. She knew she should leave well enough alone, but, somehow, she just couldn’t.
    “Even the texts?”
    “Which ones? The one where you talk about my caveman allure , or the one where you call me the scariest son of a bitch you’ve ever met?”
    Verity swallowed down hard. “Like I said, I can explain.”
    Jake crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for her answer. Despite her best intentions, Verity’s eyes were drawn to the sight of his inked-up biceps bulging from his sleeves.
    Damn. She didn’t have a good explanation. The terrible truth was she did think all those things about him. The man was hot as hell, and just as terrifying.
    “Those messages were supposed to be private,” she tried weakly.
    “So was my bed,” he shot back.
    “And I’m so sorry about all this.” Verity inched forward on her knees, putting her hands up in front of her. “I know it was wrong to break in to your room. I would be furious if someone did it to me.”
    He cocked a brow at her admission. “But?”
    “But I didn’t know what else to do. I came all this way and you barely even listened to me. You literally pushed me out the door. I was—”
    “Desperate,” he finished for her. “I get it.”
    Verity narrowed her eyes. He might get it, but he didn’t sound any less upset.
    “You do?” she asked.
    “How did you know which room was mine?” he said, ignoring her question.
    “I didn’t,” Verity said. “I just tried the key in every door until I found the one that opened.”
    Jake looked her up and down for a long second, but whatever conclusions he came to he kept to himself. After a long