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Jensen’s bearing stiffened. He smiled at Livvy then walked over to his office to speak to the lieutenant. Livvy played Beethoven’s Piano Sonata Number 14 quietly while she waited.

The lieutenant finally finished talking and Jensen returned to her side. She stood and they walked side by side passed Lieutenant Yost and up the stairs to his master suite.

“Thank you for playing for me,” he said again.

“Anytime.” She waited for him to explain his ‘dream come true’ comment but sadly he didn’t.

She appraised the spacious room. The large windows showcased a breathtaking view filled with green pine trees and red, orange, and yellow deciduous trees.

“This is a beautiful room,” she said.

“Thank you.” He smirked at her. “But I prefer manly.”

“It’s that too.”

Jensen shut the door, and Livvy’s pulse quickened. He wanted to be alone—without the cameras and his people watching. If Lieutenant Yost dared knock on that door Livvy was going to try out some of her self-defense moves.

“What did your Navy SEAL friend teach you about self-defense?”

“He taught me some basic jabs and uppercuts but mostly worked with me to react in different situations and to fight any way I could—use my keys, fingernails, poke them in the eye, throat punch, basically whatever I can do to get away and then run and call for help.”

“Good. You did a great job defending yourself at your house.” Walking toward her, there was a purposeful look in his dark eyes that made her blood feel like liquid fire.

He flipped her away from him and had her pinned against his chest before she realized what had happened. His breath seemed to come as quick as hers, and the way his breath brushed her cheek made her light-headed.

“All right, Livvy.” Jensen’s words were a tender touch against her cheek. “If a man had you like this, what would you do?”

“Um …” With her arms pinned, there weren’t a lot of options, but she’d practiced and practiced this. She was a world-famous concert pianist; she knew how to work, and she didn’t mess around.

She stomped on his instep and elbowed him low in the gut. He obviously hadn’t been expecting her to react like that and released her. She elbowed him high, a solid hit to his jaw, and whirled to face him.

Jensen’s eyes were wide. He rubbed at his jaw. “You don’t mess around.”

“Thank you. Sorry if I hit you too hard.” She bit at her lip. Her elbow smarted.

His eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. He smiled. “Don’t be sorry. I’m impressed. I loved it, actually.” He looked her over as if she was the most impressive person he knew.

She smiled. “You obviously spar a lot. I watched you out my window.”

“I meet Steffan for weights and sparring every morning at a gym near the station.”

“I’m sorry you’re missing your meetings with Prince Steffan.”

“It’s okay. I’m where I need to be. Okay.” He brushed at his hair. “Your reaction was perfect. If I came at you head on, what would you do?” He wrapped her up tight in his strong arms. “Please just tell me if you’re planning to …” He didn’t finish his statement.

“Oh! I would never knee you, but yes that’s what Cap taught me to do.”

“Perfect,” he said, nodding. “Now, I release you for just a moment after you knee me. What do you do?”

Get lost in his dark eyes? No, that wasn’t right. “Punch you in the throat or jab my finger deep into your eye, and run.”

“Great ideas, especially if you didn’t catch him full in the groin, but if you did, he should be incapacitated enough for you to run, get away, and call for help. You did amazing the way you fought Treven and his man.”

“Thank you.”

“You can’t prepare for everything, but the most important thing is to use any weapon you can reach, even if you make yourself throw up on him.”

“Gross.”

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