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Chapter 23

He says nothing, and the space between us stretches like an invitation, a pool of real I could jump into if I only dared. Can I? Be real with someone who isn't a family member? No. My father's death proved that you can't trust anyone but family. But my lips move anyway. "I got stuck in a tight space once. There was no one around to help, and it took me hours to get out."

I'm gripping the door handle so hard I might tear it off. Jackson reaches over and squeeze my hand.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. You're safe now. You have your own exit. I'll pull over at a moment notice if you needed to bail. Okay?"

Something tightens in my solar plexus as the torment of that particular trauma tries to come out. I suck in deep breaths. No fucking way I'm going to start bawling in Jackson King's car. Damn him dragging this out of me.

"Hey." He releases my hand and contorts his arm to push on my solar plexus, the way he did in the Elevator.

"You're okay." He starts to pull over, and I shake my
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