I open my mouth to reply, but the fire alarm starts blaring.
Fire alarm?
“Fuck,” Kane growls. “Don’t you leave my side. No matter what.”
“But I have to deal with the fire—”
“Not if there’s a chance someone’s trying to cause chaos and grab you. We need to get you out of here.”
“I can’t leave right now!”
“You can and you will.” Kane wraps an arm around me. “Come on. Let’s move. Stick to me like a shadow, got it? If it’s that prick I was watching—” He cuts off as Jules, our restaurant manager, rushes up.
“I’m not sure what’s going on, but we’re going to have to comp all the dinners if we don’t want bad reviews.”
“It’s fine. Just get everyone out.” I shift back to Kane. “You really think this is because of me?”
“I’m not taking any chances. Not with you. Not ever.”
34
Kane
“Have them email all the security footage to you. I want it.”
Temperance relays my order over the phone to her office as we drive back to the warehouse. She put up a fight, but I’m not taking chances.
She’s too fucking important.
Temperance Ransom has never been a job. Even if Mount hadn’t called me, I’d be exactly where I am right now.
I may not have realized that at first, but it’s the truth. I can’t stay away from her. Knowing she’s potentially in danger drives me out of my fucking mind.
When she ran from the room during the speed dating, I almost killed the man at her table where he sat. No questions asked. No hesitation.
Turns out, when it comes to Temperance, I don’t need a contract to pull the trigger. I’ll do it happily for free and feel zero remorse.
The only thing I don’t know is what the hell I’m going to do now that the wheels I’ve set in motion can’t be stopped.
She hangs up the phone and tells me, “I’ll have it by the time we get home.”
“Good.” I keep my tone even, but it’s not the first time she’s called my warehousehome. I like it too fucking much.
“Do you really think the guy you saw had something to do with this?”
“Don’t know, but it’s possible.”
As we hauled ass out of the parking lot of the distillery in my Audi, I scanned for vans or SUVs that someone might have parked close to an exit for a kidnapping attempt. God knows, I’ve done it. One stood out, and I’ve already committed the license plate to memory. I’ll run it as soon as I get back to the bat cave.
See. She’s changing me. Changing fucking everything.
I like that too fucking much too.
“So, what next?” she asks.
I glance down at the beanie on her lap.
“Seriously? Still?”