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Blake smiled. “Worth the wait?”

Devon pretended to consider. “I might need another test run before I can give you a definitive answer.”

Blake laughed and kissed her again.

A knock sounded against the door a few seconds later.

They sprang apart, and Devon immediately felt the flush creeping into her cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the moment, she hadn’t thought about the fact that Blake had left his office door open.

Draven stood in the hallway, holding his phone. He took one look at them, glanced at the ceiling, and backed away.

“Nope.” He proceeded to lie. “Before you ask, I didn’t see a thing.”

“Oh, my God.” Devon covered her face with one hand.

“Not a word, Brown,” Blake warned his teammate from across the room.

“I was never here.” Draven’s cheerful reply fell away as he disappeared down the hall.

Blake brushed a thumb over her cheek. “You good?”

“Aside from total embarrassment, yes.” She smiled. “I’m good.”

“Glad to hear it.” He pressed his lips to the center of her forehead as his phone vibrated on the table beside them.

A quick glance at the screen erased the smile on his face.

“What?” Devon asked with a frown.

“It’s Emmett.” Blake read the message before looking back at her. “Draven tracked the SUV to a commercial parking garage. It entered two days before the break-in, and the camera never caught it leaving.”

Devon’s good mood faded. “So it’s still there?”

“Maybe. Or someone moved it another way. Emmett’s asking Boone to have local PD check.”

She looked at the frozen image on the monitor again.

A dark SUV with a damaged bumper. A possible connection to the man who’d watched her at the gym. They finally had a semblance of a lead that existed outside a computer screen.

Blake squeezed her hand. “We’ll get them, Dev. One step at a time.”

She nodded before lowering herself onto her seat. They had a vehicle to identify, a killer to find, and a woman whose death deserved answers.

Devon was still frightened, and there were more questions than answers, but she was through hiding behind her fear. Blake was right. They would find and stop the people responsible.

One step at a time.

CHAPTER NINE

Two days later . . .

“Again. But this time, don’t think so much about what you’re doing.”

Blake stopped just inside the workout room when he heard the encouraging words. His attention settled on the two women standing in the center of the padded floor.

Gwen had her back to him, one hand wrapped loosely around Devon’s wrist. His teammate was talking her through a simple maneuver, explaining how to break the hold without relying on brute strength.

Devon listened, nodded, and tried again.