Page 100 of Cozen

She only came out of the bathroom when she heard Jett calling for her once more.

“There you are,” he said, not looking the slightest bit concerned.

Her heart was racing.

A little too close for comfort.

Cozen smiled brightly. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Jett reached for her hand, and Cozen let him take it. “Lunch is waiting downstairs. You’ll have to wait for the rest of the tour.”

She didn’t even mind, now.

Cozen looked over the plans she had spread out on the kitchen floor. Using heavy coffee mugs on each corner of the paper, it kept the ends from rolling back up while she worked. The kitchen was the best room in the apartment when it came to light, so she was using that to her advantage at the moment.

She stood above the plans and chewed on the end of a black pen. Letting it hang from her mouth, she put her hands to her hips, and stared at her work.

A whole two weeks of work, actually.

Two weeks …

Of having Jett continue to pursue her. Of accepting invitation after invitation to his home. Of being taken out to place after place—although with a bit of her trickery and suggestions, they almost always ended up back at the mansion.

And despite finding the safe in the office, and also not finding the ring, she had not gotten the chance to get back inside the man’s office. Not with her tricks, or her distractions. And she was going to need time to be able to crack that safe, too.

She was going to get her chance, though. Eventually, it always happened. And, of course, Jett kept bringing her back time and time again to his home.

Without sex, of course.

Cozen didn’t even put the offer—or the idea of it—on the table. She often wondered how long it would take before Jett got tired of her flirtatious nature, and how quick she was to find some excuse to dodge his physical advancements.

He was a man, after all.

He clearly wanted something from her.

It wasn’t all innocent.

However, those two weeks gave Cozen access. And that was what she needed the very most when it came to Jett Griffin. Accessibility to his home, and private areas. Time to check out the property and the inside of the mansion. The ability to watch for cameras where they might be hidden, and learn the view angles.

The tour Jett had given to Cozen inside the mansion was a godsend, too. She figured he might be so arrogant as to point out something she had missed on her own.

And he did.

The secret staircase hidden by a bookshelf that led up to the wing of his private quarters. Another passageway that led between downstairs rooms.

None of that was important, though. Not like the office with the safe was. Anything that was everything important to him was kept in the office—or that’s how he put it when he finally gave her the tour of the upstairs.

Cozen went back to her plans, and marked more down on the blueprints of the mansion’s downstairs floors. Every little detail she could remember. How many steps long a hallway was. How many cameras in one area, and where they were located. Although all the cameras were simply downstairs—not one was upstairs.

Anything helped.

All of it.

Writing it down, or sketching out floor plans, helped her more because she could memorize it, and keep it in the back of her mind.

She didn’t have any reason to actually believe the ring might be in Jett’s office, but she didn’t have a reason not to believe it, either. She suspected the piece would be important to him.

Sacred, even.