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He’d never lied to her and wasn’t going to start now. “Yeah. But nobody was hurt.”

“Okay,” she finally said. He knew she wanted to demand details and appreciated that she didn’t. “You all be careful. Come home safe.”

Home. To her. “I will. See you in a while.”

He walked back out to the main room. Although he hadn’t touched it, Luke had found the bullet where it had wedged into the wall. Definitely a downward trajectory. The shooter had been in the building across the street.

“I called some friends on the force,” Weston said. “They’re going to come pick up the bullet and run it. Brax is on the phone with the window replacement company.”

“Maybe we should put in bulletproof glass.” Chance meant it as a joke, but Weston’s bunched eyebrows said he was really considering it.

Luke stood from where he was studying the bullet. “Good news is that Weston did his voodoo, and because of the special circumstances of our ongoing case, the police have kindly offered to share the security footage from the high-rise to see if we spot anyone we recognize from our own research.”

Chance looked over at Weston. He was the one who’d served on the San Antonio PD for a few years. He nodded. “Although, they’re more interested in catching the guy who caused the fire panic in the office across the street than they are our window.”

Chance shrugged one shoulder. “Since we’re almost positive it’s the same person, I’ll take it.”

Luke rubbed his eyes. “Means going through more footage.”

It wasn’t what any of them wanted to do.

But this bastard had brought the fight to their front door. Chance and his brothers were going to take him down.

Chapter Fifteen

If this was how Chance had felt when he’d found her unconscious in the apartment, then Maci probably needed to cut him some slack.

She was staring at the gaping hole at the front of the office where the wall of glass used to be. Chance had explained what happened last night, but until she saw it with her own eyes this morning, she hadn’t truly been able to process it.

It was hard to believe that one bullet had done that much damage. The guys had explained that it had been a rifle bullet, so a big one, but still...one bullet.

What if one of the guys had been walking through the lobby, as they did a thousand times a day, when that bullet had hit? Only a little bit of glass had sprayed back far enough to hit her desk—well, hit where her deskusedto be; the guys had moved it into the conference room where there were no windows—but if Chance had been standing there talking to her when the glass broke, it would have cut him to ribbons.

Now she understood his need to constantly keep her behind him so he was between her and any unknown threats. Because she felt like doing the same thing to him.

She knew if she stayed out watching the workers replacing the window for too long she’d get a lecture from one of the Patterson brothers. As it was, she was only allowed to peek her head around the corner—definitely wasnotallowed to stand in the open room.

But she wasn’t going to argue. As long as Chance and his brothers didn’t stand in the open room either. Protectiveness went both ways.

The guys were back poring over the new security footage from yesterday. Maci had work she could do at her now-conference-room desk, but could hardly focus. Between the shock of the window and her ob-gyn appointment later that afternoon, she was frazzled.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out. Evelyn. Definitely not what she needed today. Maci hadn’t answered any of the other five texts since they last saw each other, and planned to ignore this one too.

Maci knew better than to fall for theI miss yousorLet’s catch up, babys.

Meet me at your apartment or I’m coming to you.

Maci grit her teeth as she typed back.Today really isn’t a good day.

I can either come to that office or your boyfriend’s house. Either one.Amazing how quick her mother could be when she wanted to.

Maci rubbed her eyes. She doubted Evelyn had Chance’s address, but it wouldn’t be impossible. Maci didn’t want her showing up at either place.

Especially not today when she and Chance were going together to the doctor. Maci didn’t want to produce proof in living color of the poor genes their child would be getting from Maci’s side of the family.

Not to mention the questions it might lead to about Maci’s mothering ability.Legitimatequestions.

Ones she’d asked herself every single day since she found out she was pregnant.

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