He looks so hot when he’s angry, but I don’t dare say that.
“Everyone does it!” I protest, to which he rolls his eyes.
“Exactly. Jesus, I’m surprised you haven’t been robbed before now.”
I glance at the key and sigh.
“Do you think he used it?”
Crane shrugs, his eyes meeting mine.
“It sure looks like it.”
“But why wouldhetake the diamonds and then hound me? It doesn’t make any sense. He’s got enough money to buy bags of diamonds!”
Crane remains silent, his eyes still scanning the room.
“Is anything else out of place?”
“What?”
Crane waves a hand around the room.
“I’m asking you if you’ve noticed anything else out of place or missing.”
I frown, chewing on my lip as I turn to check out the room. The thought of Declan coming in here while I’m away makes me feel nauseous.
“I don’t think so,” I mumble, suddenly exhausted. “Fuck, this is horrible.”
Crane strides toward me, pulling me into his arms as he kisses my head softly.
“If he’s got access to the house, you need to change the locks. He might’ve had a key copied or anything.”
My eyes widen as I stare up at him, but he shakes his head, smiling at me the way only he can.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’m here with you now. We’ll get the locks sorted when we get back, but let’s check everywhere again for the diamonds, yeah?”
I kiss his lips, my palms on his cheeks as I do.
“Thank you,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “But I promise you they’re not here.”
Twenty minutes later, he agrees with me.
“Alright, so we’ll get the locks changed. There’s a possibility that someone else took them, if everyone knows where you left your key.” Crane sighs heavily, and I stare at him.
“Someone else?” I squeak, the colour draining from my face.
“But nothing else is missing, right?” Crane asks, rubbing the back of his neck. He picks up the spare key, putting it back under the plant pot.
“No.”
“Then my money is on that prick. Have you got any flour?” Crane tilts his head toward the kitchen as I nod.
“Yeah, I think so. I love baking, but I never seem to have the time,” I reply, checking through the kitchen cupboards. “Why do you need this?”
Crane takes the unopened bag of flour from me and winks.
“I’m setting a trap. It’s not the best, but it will do.”
