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“Thank you for helping me get Leif back here, Wyatt. I don’t know how I could have done it without you.” I tried to make my voice as gracious and sweet as I could. The fact that it was true—I would never have saved Leif without Wyatt—stuck in my craw, but there wasn’t much to be done.

Wyatt knelt in front of me and checked the wound on my leg as the cameras took in his every move. His body language and facial expression told me he was desperate to give me one of his legendary ass-chewings. He tended to give me those after I did something particularly dangerous. But he blessedly had to keep his mouth shut due to the cameras.

Instead, he whispered, “I’m glad you made it back.”

He sounded totally genuine, which surprised me. All I could do was nod at him. “Yeah. You too.”

“Looks like you’re already healing up,” Wyatt said, running his fingers along my thigh, trailing over the thin fabric of my torn leggings.

I glanced around. We were still alone.

“Were we the first ones back?”

Von smiled