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“I don’t.”

“There was someone else later.”

Lachlan’s gaze slid toward me again.

This time, I recognized the edge of jealousy immediately.

I nearly smiled.

“Someone you wanted?”

“Yes.”

His mouth flattened.

“He worked at the finca too. After what Rafael had done to the first man, no one was foolish enough to make assumptions about what I might allow. This man took his time. He knew I wanted him before he touched me, and when we slept together, it was because I chose to.”

Lachlan looked straight ahead.

“It was nothing dramatic,” I continued. “We liked each other. We had a relationship for a while. Then Ciro sent him to the United States for one of his operations, and I never saw him again.”

“What operation?”

“I don’t know.”

“Could’ve been The Sacrifice.”

Something in his tone made me suspicious.

“Was that Ciro’s club that your men burned to the ground?”

Lachlan went quiet.

I glanced sideways at him. “Are you hoping he died when you burned it down?”

“No.”

I waited.

His jaw shifted.

“Trying not to.”

I laughed despite myself.

“He was kind to me.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“Why?”

“Would be easier if he were an asshole.”

The ridiculous jealousy dissolved the last of my anger.

“You don’t even know his name.”

“Don’t need to.”