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Beside her, Danny stiffened, and she didn’t know why.

“Shit,” Danny said beside her. “John, get up here.”

The man had already been doing that, so she guessed they had those ear things Danny had told her about.

Before Danny dashed off, he reminded John, “Protect her with your life.”

She froze, fearing what had Jane and Danny spooked. She jumped at that thought.

They waited for what seemed forever, even though she knew it’d only been around five minutes, before John turned to her and motioned her toward the front door where Danny waited, watching their back. Their six, he’d taught her one night.

When she faced Danny, sympathy swam in his eyes. Why?

“I’m sorry, Moira.” His voice had almost cracked at his emotions. She couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for.

Glancing behind him, her heart sank. “Nay.” Her pulse sped up, beating through her veins. Her hands turned so clammy she wanted to rub them on her pants. Instead, she pushed by him. Her studio had to be secure. Surely, they wanted something downstairs. Drugs or money? After racing up the stairs, she sank to her knees when she reached the top. Everything was in disarray and destroyed.

An arm slid over her shoulder, pulling her into an embrace that allowed her to weep over all she’d lost. It wasn’t just the destruction of her studio. It was her only link to who she’d been in her homeland.

A second arm went around her, and she snuggled into Danny’s chest, thoroughly dousing his shirt while she cried.

His soft kiss on the top of her head and his tight hold on her brought her sanity back to normal.

“I’ll help you restock the place.”

His tenderness renewed the tears that’d just slowed. She’d miss him so much when she finally went home.

Chapter Twenty-One

Opening the door to Cowboy and Doc, relief lifted from his chest. Not only did they have more agents protecting Moira, but he also wanted to know what they’d found.

As they walked into the living room, Cowboy blurted, “Dude, your place smells like—”

Danny sighed. “I know.”

“Is it your choice or hers?” Cowboy continued on his path to embarrass him, but it wouldn’t work.

He stared at the agent, knowing he was bringing levity to the meeting. “Does it matter?” Sure, it smelled like flowers, but he didn’t mind because it wasn’t overly powerful, and it was Moira’s favorite perfume now spilled from a broken bottle.

They sat and updated Danny. They arrived with nothing. If the Underground wanted her, they were being tight-lipped about it.

Danny jumped up and wanted to hit something. Hard. “Dammit! Someone is fucking with her, and I don’t like it. Not one bit.”

“How’d they get past your security system?” Doc asked from the couch.

“They busted a window. I don’t have window alarms or motion sensors.” He dropped in the chair opposite the couch. “Just door alarms.”

“How is she?” Doc always worried about people’s health—both physical and mental.

“I think she’s heartbroken more than anything else.”

Cowboy leaned back on the couch and stretched his legs, before crossing one over the other. “Do you think it’s the guy in Ireland that she ran from?”

He sighed wearily. “I don’t know. She was in one photo before Devon had it taken down off the website we found.”

“It was a Celtic site, though. An Irish one.”

Cowboy had it right. “I doubt the minister or Boyle check out those sites.”

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