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“Looks like money might be the underlying motive for all this.” He grimaced. “Gabe found another company that is owned by Investments, Inc. A firm called Financial Plus is also owned by the same company that owns the house on Peabody Lake. And that same company owns the building the bank is using.”

No surprise about money being the motivator. She suspected that was mostly the reason for criminal activity. It hadn’t been the reason for the danger shrouding Sienna and Bailey last month, but their situation was an aberration.

“I hope the rest of the pieces of the puzzle fall into place soon.” She was glad Gabe had found something, but they weren’t any closer to uncovering the person responsible.

“Me too.” Flynn fell silent for a long moment, staring off into space. Despite being his usual supportive self, Taylor sensed Flynn was intent on keeping his distance from her. As if he regretted their kiss.

Oddly, she missed being in his arms. They were very different people, but she was drawn to him in a way she’d never been drawn to anyone else. At least, not since her last relationship imploded.

Why wasn’t Flynn involved in a relationship? He was a good-looking guy, strong, honorable, and courageously protective. Maybe not as classically handsome as Zeke and Rhy, but she found him very attractive.

An attraction she didn’t want to believe was one-sided.

The sound of a car engine had Flynn leaping to his feet and striding to the door, his gun in hand. He’d moved faster than she could blink, a testament to his determination to keep her safe.

Maybe that was the problem, she thought with a sigh.Maybe Flynn is only interested in keeping her safe. Nothing more.

Sure, he’d kissed her. He was a guy after all. She had one serious boyfriend while in college, and she’d caught him cheating with her best friend. As she watched Flynn greet Cassidy at the door, helping with the groceries, she couldn’t imagine him doing such a thing.

“It’s snowing,” Cassidy announced as she came inside. “Just flurries at this point, but the temperature must have dropped ten degrees since we got here.”

“We’d better tune into the news,” Flynn said. “Things have been happening so fast that I didn’t even realize snow was possible.”

“I listened to the radio in the car, and they mentioned we should expect snow flurries tonight. They aren’t predicting a lot of precipitation, but you know how it goes.” Cassidy flashed a smile. “They’re wrong at least half the time. We could easily wake up tomorrow to twelve inches of snow.”

Flynn shrugged as he unpacked groceries. “Doesn’t much matter, as we’re not going anywhere.”

“We hope,” Cassidy murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

Taylor silently echoed that thought. She rose to peer out the window. The soft snowflakes were pretty, clinging to the tree branches and blades of grass. The first snow of the year was always the most beautiful with everything clean and white.

“I bought all the ingredients to make shrimp stir-fry for dinner,” Cassidy said. “I like to cook, but after today, I thought it would be better to make something quick and easy.”

“Great,” Flynn said. “Quick and easy for me is fast food or pizza.”

“As evidenced by the zillions of food wrappers strewn around your car,” Taylor teased as she came into the kitchen.

Flynn winced at that but knew better than to argue since she was only speaking the truth. “Maybe, but shrimp stir-fry sounds delicious.”

She stood at the counter. “What can I do to help?”

“Cut veggies,” Cassidy said. “I can handle the rest.”

When Flynn finished putting the groceries away, Taylor removed the veggies from the fridge and began chopping. She frowned when she noticed Flynn shrugging into his coat. “Where are you going?”

“To walk the property.” His expression was serious. “I want to be sure the gunman doesn’t sneak up to use us for target practice the way he did when we were at the City Central Hotel.”

She tried to hide her concern as she nodded. “Okay. But come back soon.”

“I have the disposable phone. Keep yours handy too.” With that, he opened the back door and slipped into the cold.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Cassidy said, when she stood for a moment staring at the door. “Flynn knows what he’s doing. Only the best of the best is given a position on Rhy’s tactical team.”

She smiled at that and resumed chopping veggies. “I get that, but it’s hard to be the person responsible for placing cops like you in danger.”

“That’s our job,” Cassidy said cheerfully. She cleaned the shrimp, then drizzled olive oil in a large frying pan.

“How well do you know Flynn?” Cassidy asked. She’d finished with the broccoli and started in on the cauliflower. “I mean, it’s a little surprising he’s still single.”

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