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"We'll run a few squads by for the next couple of days," he told me. "Make sure no one is messing around. Maybe you could ask the neighbor that noticed your open door to keep an eye out, too. At least until you're back in the home."

"I'll do that," I assured him. Walking him to the door, I thanked him again, then closed it behind him. I sighed and turned to face the others.

"Is nothin' really missin'?" Hush asked.

"Not that I can tell," I told him. "If something was taken I can't think of what."

"Me either," Ricochet said. "Other than the place being trashed, I can't see that anything important was stolen."

"Why break in?" Static asked, shrewd eyes scanning the room.

"I don't know," I whispered. "D-do you mind if we get out of here?" Every eye shot to me and I had to fight the urge to sink in upon myself. I just wanted to get out of this house.

"Of course, Gwenny," Ricochet told me.

"You don't want help cleaning up?" Idaho asked. "Wouldn't take us very lo-"

He broke off when Hush shook his head. "We'll come back and do it later. Gwen doesn't need to be here for it. Let's get you home," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and escorting me out of the house.

Static had my keys and I watched from the backseat of the truck as the other men swept the house one last time and locked up.

"You okay, Darlin'?"

I smiled at Hush from where he was watching me in the rearview. "I will be. I promise."

"That's what I like to hear." He shot me a grin.

The others piled into the truck and I rested my head on Static's shoulder. I knew the little trip back home was going to haunt me later, probably in the midnight hour, but I wasn't going to worry about it now. We were driving away, and I was safe, accompanied by a man who loved me. By multiple men who cared for me.

CHAPTER 30

Gwen

Static's groan woke me out of a fitful sleep and I realized my phone was ringing. After going back to my house yesterday the dreams I suffered through last night had been worse than most so neither of us had gotten much sleep. The numbers on the clock read a bleary nine a.m.

"Hello?" I said, answering my phone.

"Is this Gwen Barrett?"

It was beginning to feel like Deja vu. "Yes," I sighed.

"I'm with the Pima County Sheriff's Department."

"Did someone break into the house again?" I asked.

Static sat up next to me, all traces of exhaustion gone from his face.

Putting the phone on speaker, I continued. "Because we were just out there yesterday because someone broke into my house."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "This isn't about your house, Ma'am." There wasn't a chance for me to relax because he kept speaking. "This is about the storage locker you rent?"

"What about it?"

"That was broken into this morning."

I blinked at Static in shock. "Was anyone else's units broken into?"

"No. Just yours." He paused again, then said, "It sounds as though someone is targeting you. Do you know why that might be?"

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