I frowned. “What about your ex? Is there a security system? Something to make sure help arrives if something happens?” Sloane scoffed. “No, Abel, there is not a security system on my grandfather’s hunting cabin. Look, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the only way to—” “No,” I ground out. She reared back with wide eyes as though I’d slapped her. I settled my emotions and tried again. “No, it’s not the only way.” I sighed and rubbed my palms together. “If we do this—get married—then I’m not going to have my wife staying at some run-down cabin while her potentially dangerous ex-husband is lurking
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