Page 46 of Hot for Hostage

He straightened with a frown. “My other shoe.”

…Uh-oh.

I slanted a look at Bear lying next to me, who quickly closed his eyes and rested his head on his front paws.

My eyes narrowed.

“You’re not fooling anybody,” I whispered to the trickster.

I stuck a hand under the pillow next to Bear and pulled out a wet loafer that matched the one on Davian’s foot.

Well, minus the new teeth marks.

I reminded Bear how bad it was to steal shoes, then handed the victim over to Davian. “I’m really sorry…”

He blinked down at the shoe before shooting Bear a dark look that would’ve made me pee myself, but Bear simply stared right back at him.

My ears burned at the few choice words Davian muttered as he slipped the well-loved shoe on.

“Shane is replacing the lock on your door now… and the door,” he told me, ignoring the shoe thief. “It doesn’t look like they messed with anything in your apartment.”

My stomach sank. If they hadn’t stolen anything… “That means they were definitely there for me or Bear, right? Or both of us.”

“They’re not getting either of you,” he said, as if it were that simple. “Shane will keep an eye on the place in case they stop by again. Text him whatever you want him to bring you from the apartment.”

He handed over his phone with a text conversation open. I listed off a few things to pick up: a change of clothes, fresh underwear, yogurt, dog food, Bear’s prescription on the kitchen counter, and Walter the plant.

After typing a quickthank you, I passed the phone back to a waiting Davian. He read over what I’d sent with a frown, then typed out another message.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.

He slid the phone into his pocket. “No. But I’m not letting him go through your underwear drawer.”

My cheeks warmed. “Dav, I need a fresh pair.”

“Then I’ll stop by later and grab you some.”

“But it’s just underwear.” I straightened. Besides, the thought ofhimgoing through my underwear drawer wasn’t any more appealing than Shane doing it. “You don’t have to make a special trip if Shane will already be there?—”

“Not up for debate, sweetheart,” Davian quipped. I gaped as he slid a fancy watch onto his wrist. “I’m heading out for a couple hours, but Antonio will make breakfast whenever you’re hungry.”

I shifted, and the blanket pooled around my waist. “Wait. You’re leaving?”

“I have work.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.” I looked around for a clock but found none. “What time is it? I should get to the shelter.”

Davian paused while straightening the cuff of his jacket. “That’s not a good idea until this situation is cleared up.”

I frowned. “But I’m on the schedule for today. Gladys is expecting me.”

“There were men at your apartment last night, Sadie,” he reminded me, as if I could forget. “They’ll show up at your work, too.”

I patted down my pajamas, but I hadn’t grabbed my phone when we’d fled the apartment. It wasn’t like I even had pockets or a bra to put it in. “Then I need to warn her. My phone is still at the apartment. Can I borrow yours?”

Davian already had his phone out and was tapping the screen. “I’ll take care of it.”

“But you don’t know the number?—”

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