Page 115 of The Savior

Chelsea glowered. “If okay means that there’s an incident with a fugitive I’ve spent years working on, but I amstillbenched, then everything is absolutely okay.”

“What’s up with that?” Not that he wanted to lose her help, but shit, bring in the experts when they were needed.

Her jaw sawed. “No idea.”

“I’d tell Mac to kiss my ass.”

“I should, and Calhoun, too,” she griped and added, “He’s our direct line supervisor.”

“Screw ’em all.” But his suggestion didn’t lighten her mood.

She tossed her phone into her purse. “Why are we in here?”

Liam looked around. “Because it beats sitting in my Explorer all night.”

“Butthat’slegal.”

He had a vision Senator Sorenson cackling if she pressed on the legalities of their work. “We have an exemption.”

“I’m serious, Liam.”

“So am I.”

“We don’t have anything that allows us to be in here.”

He spread his arms wide. “Yet here we are.”

“Don’t be a—” She shook her head.

An asshole? A donut hole?But Liam decided not to tease her. “Just trust me.”

Her shoulders stiffened. “You ask for a lot.”

His eyebrow arched. “Been worth it so far?”

“This is pretty,” she said instead of answering then gestured to the living room. “Not very practical, though.”

“I thought the same thing. Can you imagine growing up in fear of breaking vases and crap?”

She turned after a quick inspection. “That was how I grew up.”

He groaned. “Sorry.”

Chelsea shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Anyway.Whyare we here? This goes way beyond simply keeping an eye on Linda and Frank.”

“Think of it like an office.”

“Sure. One that could land us in prison.”

The comparison got under his skin. “Even if I wanted to explain every detail of this job, I can’t.”

She rolled her eyes.

“No one will come by while we’re here. Okay?”

Her stare hardened. “Even if you could, do you really want to?”

“Tell you?”

“Yes!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course. Why can’t you trust me on this?”

“I should,” she muttered. “I’m already trusting you on everything else.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re treating me like some random chick when I ask for more information. It’s not unreasonable that I’d like to know why we’re picking locks.”

“No, Sunshine. I’m treating you like a partner who I respectanda woman I’m terrified to lose.”

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