Chapter 43

**Sloane**

I watch as Roxanne leans dramatically against Declan’s, and he tries, with visible effort, not to implode from secondhand embarrassment. Or arousal. Maybe both. Probably both. She’s still riding the tail end of whatever sedatives they pumped into her earlier—Loopy and lethal, a volatile mix that makes her both a liability and a spectacular distraction. Declan hasn’t figured out yet that