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“Thanks. I owe you one.”
“Oh, you owe me way more than one. We’ll call it even if you can get to loving on that beautiful musician of yours.”
“After the case is solved, I’ll try.”
“That’s pathetic. You’ve got her captive right now. Woo her, my boss. Woo her.”
Lieutenant Yost pumped up the stairs from the basement. “I thought I heard you.” She sounded out of breath.
“I’ve got to go, Sheryl. Thank you.”
“Of course.” She hung up.
“Everything’s secure?” Jensen asked as he headed for the staircase.
Lieutenant Yost licked her lips and blinked at him as if he were coming straight for her. “Yes. Everything’s been calm.”
“Thank you.” Jensen walked around Lieutenant Yost and pumped up the stairs. He didn’t want to wake Livvy and terrify her when he confirmed she’d been right about Treven, but he had to see her, had to see for himself that she was sleeping and all right.
Lieutenant Yost followed him. “Can you tell me everything that happened, sir?”
“Yes, just give me a moment. I have to see?—”
He reached the balcony just as Livvy’s door flung open. Jensen reached for his pistol, increasing his pace. Who was in her room?
Livvy stepped out of the bedroom, and everything in him softened. The light in the main area illuminated her beautiful face. Her dark eyes searched his, and it was all he could do to resist storming to her, capturing her mouth with his, and holding her close for the rest of the night.
This woman was meant to be his—to protect, to lift, to love. Did she feel the same?
He reached the top of the stairs, Lieutenant Yost right beside him. She stood stiffly, reminding him of his duties and responsibilities. No matter what Sheryl said, this wasn’t the time for love and romance.
With how slippery, brilliant, and tricky the Rindlesbachers were, he feared it would never be his and Livvy’s time. Treven’s escape humbled and infuriated him. He’d do anything, even keep himself from reaching for Livvy, to capture Treven and make certain she was safe.
Chapter Eleven
Livvy tossed and turned but couldn’t sleep. What would Jensen find at the prison? How would he react when he realized it wasn’t Treven? What if whoever was pretending to be Treven looked so much like the man Jensen wouldn’t believe her? How could she convince him?
Danger seemed to press around her in the dark room, despite all the safety protocols at Jensen’s property, house, and his people watching over her. She found herself praying silently and picking up Jensen’s gun, holding it close.
She heard the rumble of a vehicle and saw lights flicker through the wood shutters.
Jensen?
Lying there was torture, but then she heard what she thought was a garage door, interior doors open and close, footsteps, and his deep, appealing voice.
She set the gun down and slid out of bed. Creeping to the door, she listened as his voice grew closer and his footsteps ascended the stairs. Who was he talking to? Was he coming for her?
“… I have to see—” his voice rumbled through the door.
Livvy flung it open. She had to see him.
She stepped out into the light of the main area. His dark gaze seared through her. He was strong and commanding and inspiring. It was all she could do to hold herself back from leaping into his arms. His lieutenant stood stiffly by his side and glared at her.
“Livvy.” Jensen breathed out her name with an almost reverence. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes traveled over her. “You’re all right.”
“I’m fine,” she reassured him. “You?”
He eased closer, but then he seemed to remember his audience. “Lieutenant, please give us a few moments. I’ll come down to the basement and update you soon.”
