Shock barely covered what Bella felt.“Heal… you?” she echoed softly, her voice unsteady.Dave Stark didn’t answer right away. His gray eyes—those unsettling, knowing eyes—held her in place, as if he could see straight through the layers she had built to survive this life. Whatever he was fighting, he clearly wasn’t ready to name it.“Rest,” he said finally, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”The words wrapped around her like a command disguised as kindness.Bella didn’t even remember falling asleep.When she woke, soft daylight filtered through sheer curtains, bathing the room in a pale glow. She was lying in a bed that felt far too large and far too luxurious for someone who had spent most of her life surviving scraps of mercy. The suite was breathtaking—ivory walls, gold accents, and the faint scent of cedar and something unmistakably masculine.Someone shifted beside her.“Good morning.”Bella turned sharply—and froze.“Sandra?” she blurted, sitting upri
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