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He had no idea. But he couldn’t stew about it right now. Livvy’s safety was the most important thing. Any relationship between them would have to be discussed after her safety was assured.
They’d seized the Rindlesbachers’ funds and assets weeks ago. Of course, they could have off-shore accounts and businesses in other names. Was Naomi orchestrating everything? Even without her sadistic husband by her side, she still seemed intent on overthrowing the throne. She had to be buying help and loyalty. Jensen needed to figure that out and shut her down, capture her.
First, he would talk to Treven and then put him in solitary confinement. Somehow, the man was communicating with the outside world and terrifying Livvy. That would stop now.
Pulling out his phone, Jensen started making some calls.
Chapter Eight
Livvy should’ve felt wimpier than ever, having thrown herself at Jensen and cried in his arms, but somehow he empowered her and inspired her. His strength and belief in her made her feel brave and strong again. She’d been devastated and doubted herself after the attack, but Jensen never doubted her.
What had he said? A woman can be strong and independent and still trust the men in her life. Did he want to be her man?
She shook her head. There was too much weighing down on her to let her mind escape and become obsessed with visions of her and Jensen together like she often did. She gave her phone to an officer who would ensure there were no bugs and then contact her students’ parents and her own parents in the morning. Apparently where she was going, she wouldn’t have a phone. She loved her parents and trusted them, but she wanted it out of their hands and didn’t want them involved in any way that made Treven think he could manipulate and threaten them. The officer also promised they would watch over her parents’ house and help her dad install the best security possible. Treven hadn’t threatened them, but nobody would put it past him.
It was unsettling to think about sitting in some safehouse with nothing to do. If Jensen was there, she’d have something to do—flirt with him, talk to him, kiss him.
Her face flamed just thinking about it. Thank heavens for her darker skin that wouldn’t show a blush.
She loved how Jensen built her up and made her feel brave. The only thing she didn’t love was that he obviously didn’t believe Treven himself had come for her. He’d promised to go to the prison after he got her settled. Could Treven have a clone in his cell? It seemed ludicrous and made no sense, but Treven had come for her tonight. Those eyes, his voice, and his stocky build haunted her nightmares.
Jensen walked into her bedroom as she finished packing a small suitcase. He wasn’t a thick man like his best friend General Raymond, but he was tall and strong and seemed to fill up her doorway. She liked that he’d told her he had to fight smart to beat ‘Ray’ and her turning to him and not being alone was ‘smart’ not wimpy.
He focused on her before even looking at the devastation. “I’m sorry they destroyed your room.”
“I was due to remodel anyway,” she tried to tease, but she was heartsick. She doubted she could even find the stone used on her exterior walls in the early nineteen-hundreds and the row of stained glass above her bedroom window was irreplaceable.
He smiled at her attempt to tease and looked at the hole where her window and part of her wall used to be. “Now’s the time.” Then he stepped over to the wall opposite the bed and his gaze sharpened on her. “Is this bullet from tonight? My men said your pistol was on your floor.”
“I got two shots off,” she admitted. “I was disoriented from being woken up and the explosion.”
“It’s impressive you got a shot off. I can’t believe it didn’t scare them away.”
“Sadly not.” She had fought them, and she had been rocked by that explosion, but she wanted to keep working on her training and shooting skills. She didn’t foresee Treven ever not being a problem in her life. Even from prison, he could taunt and torment her. His dad was finally dead, but his mum was at large and she was more brilliant and evil than even William or Treven.
“At the safehouse, could we work on broadening my fighting skills and improving my shooting?” she asked.
“Sure. We’ll need something to do to pass the time.” The intensity of his dark gaze made her hope they’d find lots to do to pass the time. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to keep up on my workload too.”
“That is unfortunate,” she said, giving him what she hoped was a flirtatious smile. She was still off kilter from the bombing, the attempted kidnapping, her house being destroyed, and having no choice but to leave her safe space.
His eyes widened slightly, and he walked toward her until he was close enough she could smell that intriguing mix of musk and pine trees. He was clean, fresh, and all man. She wanted to grab him by the shirt and yank him closer. Him holding her close earlier had helped comfort and strengthen her more than he probably knew.
“I can delegate.” His voice was husky and perfect, and those three words seemed like a promise. He would delegate his responsibilities … for more time with her. A warm tremor raced through her.
“Who could you delegate to?”
“My assistant is very competent. She asks me all the time what else she can do.”
She blinked up at him. “Don’t you ever take vacation time, Chief Jensen? Turn everything over to your ‘very competent’ assistant?”
He shook his head, smiling slightly. “Married to my job.”
“That is very sad.” She got as brave as he’d convinced her she was and placed her hands on his broad shoulders.
His mouth softened and his gaze grew even deeper. She was certain he’d wrap her up tight and take her mind far from Treven Rindlesbacher’s kidnapping attempt.
Footsteps approached. “Chief Jensen.”
