He frowned.
He didn’t have time to go back up there and find out why she was mad at him.
He had to get to his hotel, shower, and change before meeting Nash.
Nash had a game plan up his sleeve about Sara and the Velvet Lounge, but Levi was going to make damned sure that she wasn’t involved in any of it.
Aries and the DEA could damned well catch Kevin Wilson, Chester Miller, and their boss Edward—whatever the hell his name was—without involving Sara.
But before taking down the Velvet Lounge’s owner, Levi would use every resource in his power to find the men who had attacked Sara.
Sara slammed the patio door and then grimaced. It was too early and she hoped she hadn’t woken Mandy and the kids.
She was pissed.
Never before had she been treated like a piece of ass by a man she was starting to like. Scratch that, she did like him. She wanted to be with him, and lately, he was all she could think about.
But when Levi left without saying he’d be back or anything, she was burning mad.
To hell with him!
Their lovely day apparently meant squat.
She went to the shower and scrubbed off every scent of the man and then some. She washed her hair twice for good measure, and when she got finished, she felt like a new woman.
Levi’s scent was gone.
And it only made her sad.
She sighed at her reflection in the mirror. The scent of Levi might be gone, but his touch still lingered.
First order of business was to get a new pregnancy test.
It was stupid, really, to take the test now when she’d once again had unprotected sex with him. She’d thought about using protection last night, but then Levi would have asked about their first night—and if she wasn’t pregnant, then she didn’t want to start that conversation.
If she was…she honestly wasn’t sure what to do. But she needed to know.
Her period was late.
Sunday morning, Levi stood in front of the hotel waiting for Nash to pick him up.
He’d changed into a comfortable black suit and white dress shirt that was his go-to when he had a meeting. He made sure he dressed the part of a bodyguard.
As he waited, he couldn’t get Sara out of his mind. Nor the bruises on her body. The marks…that someone else had violently put there.
His rage built the more he thought about what she’d been through.
Nash pulled up and Levi slid into the man’s SUV.
“Did you find Sara?”
“I did,” he croaked.
“What did you guys do?” Nash asked curiously, and Levi had to give Nash something because he knew the guy wouldn’t quit asking.
“Went to the beach.” Levi turned and gazed out the window and Nash got the hint.
“When does she work next?” Nash asked.