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the positive, to allow herself the joy that seeing her daughter and father together brought. How could she be happy? She agonized over the thought that her momentary happiness was causing Mickey to slip from her consciousness a little more each day.
    What if my concern is the only thing keeping my sister alive?
    It was a crazy thought. Right? It made no sense. But a part of Rhee couldn’t let it go. Maybe, just maybe…as long as she worried about Mickey, as long as Mickey’ absence impacted her, she kept the hope alive that one day, her little sister would be found—and that she would be in one piece.
    Rhee entertained all sorts of fantasies. After Mickey’s picture of a cartel hit was sent to Rhee, Dax thought that Mickey was in Witsec, to avoid retaliation. So, maybe she was somewhere totally divine, like Paris or Greece, living as someone else. Or maybe she was living it up with her rich, handsome husband. Her little sister deserved no less. Rhee refused to think about the alternate realities that were possible. Mickey would be found, alive and well.
    She had to be.
    She just…had to be.
    But…what if Mickey hates me?
    Rhee couldn’t deny the possibility that her sister was out there but simply wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she abandoned Mickey—left her there in that house, when she knew that Paul was capable of doing terrible things. It was why she left. The moment her stepfather tried to put his filthy fucking hands on her, Rhee was out of there.
    In some respects, Rhee understood that there was little she could have done to prevent what happened in that house. She had been hardly more than a child herself, and all she could think about was getting away. She never considered that Paul would go after her younger sister.
    The bastard.
    Sometimes, Rhee had hopeful dreams about her Mickey, but more often than not, she had nightmares. Thankfully, sharing a bed with Dax seemed to quell most of her bad memories. In fact, every pleasurable experience she had with the man overwrote her past a little bit more. There was no lack of pleasure with virile, sexy Dax Jamison around.
    Mr. Tall, Blond, and Dangerous made it easy to pretend that the past never existed…well, most of the time anyway.
    She hid her insecurities well, but Rhee still woke up each day praying that her current life wasn’t just a dream—that Dax was really here. With them. Her soul literally sighed with relief every time she saw him. Even the sight of his damp board shorts hanging in the bathroom made her heart squeeze. Dax inserted himself back into her life with the kind of force that suggested he wasn’t going anywhere. But Rhee still worried.
    It was in her nature.
    Especially after all that had occurred.
    The hunt for Mickey had taken Rhee to Darling where she met Dax and had gotten mixed up in a situation that had nearly been fatal. Then, finding herself pregnant with Dax’s child, she had taken off, with Charisma’s help. Rhee had hoped she would find Mickey on the island, but she found Manali and Turtle’s crew instead. They took care of her, and her daughter. Just when things started to settle down, Dax showed up, and to say he was pissed was the understatement of the year.
    But Dax had chosen her. Them. He was here, and even though she still felt insecure, it looked like he wasn’t going anywhere. Yet.
    After what had happened with the crazed shipping magnate, Vidal, Rhee drove herself fucking crazy for weeks. She agonized over Dax, his relationship with Sirena, his strange deal with the club…and she still looked over her shoulder every now and again wondering if Vidal was really gone—if they were really safe. She tried to hide her fear from Dax, but he was quite masterful in the way he was able to read her these days.
    Well, the truth was that every time she got worried, she found herself tossed over a broad, muscled shoulder and hauled into the bedroom. Dax’s way of dealing with her anxiety was proving to be quite