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“Kyle? What’s going on?” Her voice sounded strong, as if she already knew that the news wasn’t good.

No way would he sugarcoat it for her. Eveline wouldn’t appreciate it.

He repeated the information Detective Watson had relayed. Ox watched her carefully to see if anything he said troubled her.

Her expression didn’t change.

Was that a good thing or bad? Was she about to go into shock again like she had the day of the break-in?

“What are you going to do about it?” she asked when he finished.

Well, that was unexpected. “What do you mean?”

“Do you really need to ask that?” Eveline closed the distance between them, and he had to control the urge to pull her close to him.

If they hadn’t been interrupted, they would be in his bedroom right now. He’d be buried deep and giving them both what they wanted.

As much as Ox could tell himself he needed to keep his distance from her, the moment she’d asked him to kiss her, he couldn’t fight it any longer; didn’t want to, either.

He wanted her.

Chapter Fifteen

The silence stretched between them, and Eveline wanted to snap her fingers in front of Kyle’s face and demand he answer her.

The person who’d broken into her place had been found but was dead. Eveline may not be an investigator or do actual security work, but she worked for one who provided it and she’d watched enough police dramas to know that it was far too convenient for this guy to now be dead.

If Kyle was half the security expert she thought he was, then he’d be thinking the same as her. He was former military after all.

“You don’t think it’s an open-shut case?” Kyle countered.

She made tight fists at her sides. “No! I don’t know. I’m not the security expert. You are. All I know is the guy who trashed my place is dead, and instead of being happy about it, you look annoyed.”

His lips twitched, and if he laughed at her he was going to regret it.

As if he could sense what she was going to do, Kyle cleared his throat, no doubt swallowing the laugh, and in a flash, his demeanor took on a serious nature.

“You’re right, I’m annoyed that the guy’s dead, and we can’t find out why he trashed your place. Instead of getting answers, there seems to be more questions being asked.”

Surprise lit her—Eveline had never expected Kyle to open up to her about it. She’d hoped he would. Then again, not once had he hidden anything from her from the moment she woke up in the hospital room, so the fact he wasn’t doing it now should make her happy.

“Which goes back to my original question. What are you going to do?”

Kyle’s blue eyes darkened until they almost became black. His body tensed, and his lips thinned. “I’m going to find out all I can about this guy. Where he lives. What he does for a living. Who he knows. Which leads me to this question—do you know a Randall Maxwell?”

The way he asked the question wasn’t confrontational, but he was bracing for her answer. Which was easy. “I don’t know him. Never heard of him.”

He nodded. “Are you sure? You don’t recognize it at all?”

What was he getting at?

There had to be a reason he was asking that question. Did she know that name? No, she didn’t.

Unless…

Eveline looked away from Kyle and studied the wall, letting her mind wander to her job, to the information she’d uncovered about Triple Z’s business practices over the last few months.

Was Randall on that list, and she didn’t remember?

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