Page 82 of Sheltered By Love

Chapter Fourteen

Zane

I rub my hand over my face, trying to figure out what it is she wants me to do.

I’m supposed to be upstairs again, this is the break we’ve been waiting for.

We know they’ve been watching Felicity’s movements, probably mine too, but she’s worried about her missing rabbit?

I’m still wearing a monkey suit, and I don’t want to be if someone picks tonight to break in.

I growl and start to undo my necktie. “I don’t have time for this. We have confirmation they’ve been watching you. If they break in while everyone is busy, I need to be ready.”

“But—"

I shrug out of my jacket and toss it on the chair. “Garrett’s gone, and I don’t trust the reserves he’s put in Jax and Levi’s positions,” I say.

And if they were responsible for leaving the back door open, that level of distrust is warranted.

“I’ll go find him.”

Damn it.

“You can’t do that. They might get spooked.”

“They? You don’t even know if anyone is going to break in tonight.”

“The evidence—”

Her hands slide to her hips. “The evidence is flimsy at best. And you and Garrett keep telling me to keep to my usual routine, well looking for Roger would be my usual routine.”

I grit my teeth as she opens the pantry door and pulls out a tool kit. She hefts out a sizeable flashlight as she glares at me.

“What if they see me not being in the house as an opportunity? Did you ever think about that?”

I did. I am.

I’m thinking if she goes out there where I can’t keep an eye on her, anything could happen, and I wouldn’t be able to help.

I manage to wrench the flashlight out of her hand before she gets to the door. “Felicity. I’m asking nicely. You go out now—"

She tries to get the flashlight back, but I hold it out of her reach, making her even madder. “Then I’ll call around the neighbors. Ask if they’ve—”

I shake my head. “You can’t do that either, and they see a bunch of people outside…”

She throws her hands up in the air. “So that’s that? I allow you to use my home as a base of operations and this is my reward?”

I lower the flashlight. “I’ll find him. Later,” I say.

Her eyes stay on the flashlight. “I promise,” I add.

And I will be able to find him. He may not be alive, but I’ll find him.

Her nostrils flare, and she narrows her eyes. “I thought you said you owed me?”

I wince. “I’m not going to argue anymore. I need to get in place. And you need to calm down.”

Her mouth opens, and she sucks in a breath as if preparing to lay into me, instead, she just slowly shakes her head and sighs as if washing her hands of me.

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