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“Maybe she had the same idea,” Kenna said. “If she was going to go down, she wanted him to go down as well.”

“Here?” the sergeant said.

“She designed this building, and he stole the idea. Claimed it as his own.”

“And these are the cases you take now?” Jordash tipped his head to the side. “There weren’t any missing kids or killers in this one. Doesn’t really seem like your speed.”

“We all do what we gotta do to pay the bills.”

The two of them chuckled, and the sergeant said, “It doesn’t pay the bills, but you are going to make a statement to one of my officers about all this. And hand over everything you have on Fleming and this Hapsworth guy.”

“I know the drill.”

The sergeant smiled. “I’m sure you do,Kenna Banbury.”

Whatever that meant. Sure, this wasn’t Kenna’s normal case. But it was done now, and she had a few more on her desk that needed her attention. Not to mention she needed to sleep. Her body was starting to drag, and she hadn’t done much but stand here on this roof.

But this was a new chapter in Kenna’s life, and she was going to embrace it.

Chapter Two

Monday, 7:13 am

Kenna stared across the breakfast bar at her nemesis, the offending creature she was supposed to share her life with. Not the husband she had married two months ago. No, he’d made good on what should’ve been a throwaway comment but had turned out to be very real threat about getting an animal.

“Jolene, get off the counter.”

The light gray cat swished her tail, prowling around looking for trouble like her namesake. Probably waiting for Jax to show up and coddle her.Meow.Jolene swished her tail.

“Are you talking to the cat?” Jax wandered in wearing his work clothes. Slacks, and a buttoned shirt tucked into his belt. Her husband opened the dishwasher and upended his mug, putting it on the top rack.

He glanced at her as he closed the dishwasher door.

Slowly.

Kenna rolled her eyes. “Put it wherever you want.”

“Because you’ll rearrange it later?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. Married life was fun. Like trying to merge two laundry styles. And debating the best configuration for the dishwasher. Was he really going to complain if she could fit more dirty dishes in there than he managed to? She wasn’t the one who’d shrunk a perfectly good hoodie last week.

Jax wore a gun holstered on his hip, but with the position he had now, he rarely had occasion to pull it out. As the Special Agent in Charge of the FBI’s Phoenix office, he had more of a managerial position, though he never complained about the bureaucracy. The guy was way too good at politics and getting things done to have an issue.

In fact, the job suited him well. So did the town house they now shared, with her RV parked in the tall bay on the side of his garage. Sure, she was going to complain about things on occasion just to keep him on his toes. Only a little, though. Just enough for them both to know she was paying attention and fully aware of the change in her life.

Kenna leaned back on the bar stool, resting against the back. She was dressed for her job in lightweight black pants that were supposed to be cooling and a white tee that was loose enough she could keep a gun at the small of her back. Trying not to look as tired as she felt, which probably didn’t work. Her husband was far too astute. Over the last couple months of being married—spending more time together than they had since they met—he could read her even better now. And he’d already been able to see through her.

“Yourcat is on the counter again.”

Jax came over and kissed her, running his hand between her shoulder blades. “I thought Jolene wasourcat.” He scooped Jolene off the counter and set her on the floor, then went to the cupboard with her food.

“Does anyone own a cat? I think cats own you.” And she much preferred dogs, which, of course, everyone already knew. “She doesn’t like me because she knows I won’t let her be the one in charge.”

Jax chuckled, setting down the bowl of cat food. “Easier to leave a cat alone all day when I’m at work. Especially with occasionally having odd hours.”

“Don’t ruin my story with your logic.”

Jax shot a grin at her, but it quickly turned into an assessing gaze. “Doctor’s appointment?”

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