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Livvy still didn’t know if that was possible, but her and Jensen... They were more than possible. They were meant to be.
Chapter Fifteen
Jensen hadn’t lied that Livvy consumed him. He was so caught up in her and her mind-altering kisses that he barely felt his phone buzzing against his hip. He’d turned off the ringer but couldn’t in good conscience put it on silent like he wanted to when he was with her. He’d had an uninterrupted hour and a half with Livvy. It wasn’t near enough, but it had been incredible. She’d played the piano for him, kissed him, impressed him with her shooting and fighting skills, and as always completely captivated him. He felt rejuvenated and ready to take down Treven.
He had to force himself to release her from the kiss and check his phone. Lieutenant Yost. The lieutenant was bugging him. Maybe he should replace her on this detail. She’d had no good excuse the first night here when she’d called Ray and then been waiting outside Livvy’s door to bang on it besides ‘they needed the general and the military’s help.’ She obviously was bothered by Livvy and treated her coldly. It was annoying, along with the lingering looks she kept giving Jensen.
Maybe he shouldn’t be kissing Livvy right now like the sun might not come up tomorrow, but he’d exercised great restraint the past few days, especially when he’d heard her playing the piano. All he wanted was to listen for hours and then kiss her even longer.
He was keeping up with all of his work and doing everything extra he could think of to find Treven and Naomi. In the safe space of his bedroom, he had every right to kiss this mesmerizing and inspiring woman and admit he cared for her. Livvy was so great to wait until she was safe to date and pursue a relationship. He imagined most women wouldn’t like being put off. She was rational, smart, and she consumed him.
He rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve exceeded my time-off limits for the day.”
“That stinks. But I appreciate you taking time off to be with me.”
“Same plan tomorrow afternoon? Shooting, fighting, piano playing, and kissing?” His phone finally stopped buzzing. “I’ll brainstorm for something more to teach you. You’re already so proficient at self-defense it’s incredible.” His voice dropped low and husky. “You’re an expert at the piano and kissing.”
She trembled in his arms, and her dark eyes lit with warmth and promise. A promise of forever. Could this really happen for him? Sadly, he had to know Treven was secure in prison before they could pursue a relationship. Capturing Treven was a quest he couldn’t fail on.
“I’ll be here,” she said.
“Perfect.” He stole one more lingering kiss as his phone started buzzing again. “I have to go.”
“Don’t forget about me,” she whispered against his lips.
“Not possible.” He yanked himself away, stared at her beautiful face as if to memorize it, which was silly as he could conjure her face anytime, even when he tried to push visions of her away so he could focus on work.
Forcing himself to walk out his bedroom door was torturous. Back to work, back to finding Treven and Naomi. He could do this. Finish this. Then he could date Livvy properly.
Someday soon. Why did it feel like someday would never come?
He strode down the stairs where Lieutenant Yost was waiting. She gave him a once over as if she could tell he’d been kissing Livvy desperately and said, “Did you see the email from Sutton Smith?”
“No. I was … busy,” he finished lamely. It was none of her business and he would not let her bother him.
The look in Lieutenant Yost’s eyes said she knew exactly what had distracted him and she hated it very, very much. Luckily she said nothing because Jensen might have retorted in a manner that didn’t fit his cool persona of an in-control and accomplished chief of police. Being only thirty and bending the law six years ago—and again this summer to save Hattie Ballard, thanks to Treven and William—he’d always felt like he had to prove himself and be above reproach in all other areas of his professional life.
Right now, he wanted to be with Livvy. He’d walked away from her. He could take a little personal time without feeling heaps of guilt. Yet he’d missed something, an important email from Sutton.
He strode to his office. Lieutenant Yost followed him. Great.
Tapping on his computer, he was glad it was in the standup position. He didn’t want to sit right now; he was too keyed up, and he didn’t want to look up at Lieutenant Yost for any reason. After he saw what Sutton Smith had sent, and anything else he may have missed in the past hour and a half, he’d talk to his deputy chief about who was competent and skilled enough to replace Lieutenant Yost on this job.
The computer lit up, and he clicked on his email. Scanning through it, he found Sutton’s email had been sent minutes ago. He clicked on it, feeling a lot less guilty. It hadn’t been sitting here for an hour and a half. It was a forward to him and Ray from one of Sutton’s men in Belize. A picture of none other than Naomi and Treven Rindlesbacher relaxing in beach chairs. His pulse raced. Finally!
Where were they? Could he fly there right now? Jensen wanted to be the one to take down Treven more than he wanted anything in this world.
No. He wanted Livvy more, and he had to keep her safe. Even when he’d been in prison, Treven had proven to have an abundance of lackeys willing to do his dirty work. Jensen was torn. He’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t leave Livvy’s side, but to capture Treven, see defeat in the man’s eyes, and finally put that chapter of his life behind him was overwhelming.
He focused on Sutton’s note.
One of my ops has been searching the private islands near Belize for a mafia lord who has eluded us for years. His surveillance cameras took this picture yesterday. As he was studying the footage this morning, he was pretty certain this is the mother and son you’re looking for.
I have men who could move in, but I understand if you want to send your own team.
Best,
Sutton
