“I love you, Angel.”
I closed my eyes. For now, that was everything I wanted. I’d worry about the future later.
His phone buzzed from the crumpled mass of his jeans by the sofa.
“Really?” I muttered.
He chuckled. “It’s only a little past dinnertime.”
Oh. Huh. It felt like midnight.
He stretched a muscled arm, felt around, and drew the phone to his ear. “Devlin? Yeah? Okay. Thanks.” He clicked off.
I held my breath. Hopefully his mission hadn’t been moved up.
“That was my team. They found something on the CCTV,” he said. “They have somebody leaving your Nana’s shop before the explosion.”
I jolted. That was excellent news. “Who was it?”
“Saber just said we need to see it. Let’s go.”
I wriggled a bit. “Sounds good.”
We had to get this figured out…and fast.
Chapter 10
Rain hammered the windshield in steady sheets as Aiden pulled the truck into the lot. The headlights cut through the downpour, glinting off the slick blacktop and the shadowed outline of the old spa. The place sat on the edge of Lilac Lake, half-hidden behind a row of dripping pine trees, and I still couldn’t believe he’d bought it.
Aiden had converted the whole building, turning it from a spa that I had unfortunately shut down, into the regional ATF office. They rented it from him now, which seemed to be government efficiency at its finest. He killed the engine, and we both shoved open our doors. Cold rain slapped my face, dampening my jeans by the time we reached the reinforced front door.
He punched in a code, and the lock clicked open. Warm air met us inside, carrying the faint tang of varnish and fresh coffee. The cameras mounted in the corners tracked silently with their little red lights glowing. I always tried to find the hidden ones.
As usual, I didn’t have any luck with it.
The first floor was surprisingly homey. Leather sofas lined the walls, still smelling faintly of new hide, and a sleek white counter stood empty behind the glass door.
“Are you ever going to get a receptionist?” I shook water from my hair.
He wiped rain off his angled face. “I’m sure we will at some point, but it’s not like this is open to the public, so why deal with another person?”
The floor creaked softly as we climbed the newly polished wooden stairs.
“Let’s hit the conference room,” he said when we reached the second floor.
I knew the layout by now. He’d located the smaller conference room on the second floor while designing the larger one downstairs. I followed him through a glass door into the room, where James Saber leaned back in a chair at the far end of a long redwood table. His boots were up, his expression easy.
“Hey,” Saber said, voice low and smooth. “You two didn’t have to come in tonight.”
“We’ve got to figure this one out,” Aiden said, sliding a glance at his teammate. “Do you all want to order dinner?”
I shook water off my coat. “I’m not really hungry now.” This case was making me nauseated.
Saber gave a small shrug. “I could go either way. Don’t care.”
“Okay.” Aiden didn’t argue. He never did when it came to food.
I smiled at Saber. “How are you doing?”
