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apologizing. What the hell did she have to be sorry for? I had been the one who had fucked everything up. I had been the one who had been involved with Ryan Agostino in the first place—all those years ago when working for Krystal had seemed like the worst possible thing I could be doing and I left thinking working for someone like Ryan would better. Hell, working for my sister had been pleasant compared to some of the shit Ryan had forced me into. I thought I could work for my sister—helping out every asshole, corrupt politician in D.C. for the rest of my life if it meant I never had to do another dirty deed for Ryan Agostino. It wasn’t pretty—this life I had chosen. It wasn’t pretty at all, and I was sorry I had ever even come to be involved in it, especially since it had affected Jen.
    “You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. This is all on me.” How could she blame herself for any of this? Everything that had happened—every single, fucking thing—had been my fault. It had started years before she and I had even met—how could she possibly blame herself for anything?
    She pulled her hand away and stood up, walking over to the tiny kitchenette on the other side of the room. “Are you thirsty? I’m thirsty. I have bottled water.” She turned back to me with an awkward smile. “It’s my one vice from before—bottled water. It’s ridiculous, you know, drinking water that’s been bottled. It’s just tap water in a bottle, but it seems like it tastes better.” She turned back to the small refrigerator, pulling out two bottles of water. “I still drink water from the tap, you know, but mostly only if I make tea or something. I’ve been trying to give up coffee, but it’s hard. Coffee is just so expensive.”
    Jen didn’t babble. I knew her—maybe not every single thing about her, but I knew her. And I knew goddamned well that she never babbled.
    She sat down across from me on the edge of the bed, handing me one of the bottles before opening her own. “My throat is just really dry, you know? It’s weird, because I drink a lot of water…”
    “Stop.” I reached out and touched her knee. I could feel her tremble under my touch.
    “I don’t have any scotch, or I’d offer you that. I know you like scotch. Or vodka. I don’t have any of that, either.”
    I shook my head. “Jen, stop. I haven’t had a drink in over six months. You don’t have to do this.”
    She took a long drink from the bottle, staring into my eyes. “You don’t know…”
    “What don’t I know?”
    She shook her head. “It was my fault. That they found you.” She reached out and touched my knee again, placing her hand in almost the same place it had been before.
    My cock had been hard since before I had even come in here—and having her touch me like that threatened to make me lose it. I stood up and walked over to the nearby table that must have served as her dining area. “No. None of this was your fault, Jen. I don’t know what you were told, but this was all on me. As usual…”
    “No. It was. It was my fault.” She stared down at the floor. “I did it. I didn’t believe you … remember? Remember when you told me that there was no cell service in the cabin? I didn’t believe you. The day before they took you … it was my fault. I turned my phone on to see if there was a signal. There wasn’t, but…”
    “But your phone had that GPS thing built in.” I sat on one of the two chairs that surrounded her tiny dining table. I scraped my hands over my jaw, trying to make sense of what she had just told me. Fuck, it probably had been her fault. That part of it, anyway. The damned phone had probably pinged something that Ryan or his co-workers were watching and they found out where we were. Maybe not the exact spot, but it wouldn’t have been that hard to find us if they had an idea of where to look. The cabin might have been remote, but it wasn’t like it was completely off the grid. It also wasn’t