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But that wasn’t the issue No, the real problem was that Ty was usually clinical, efficient, and unemotional about his job An incident like that didn’t usually incite such an overwhele of possessive protectiveness in him It certainly wasn’t nore wrapped up in his ar subsided But he had found it near impossible to step away from her after the immediate threat had passed

And that was…concerning And fucking confusing

Cassie’s voice grew loud and shrill, and Ty’s head snapped up He could hear Vicki speaking, her voice only slightly higher than usual, her tone cal Ty pushed to his feet, his shit-to-fan radar instantly on alert He dropped the newspaper on the chair behind him and took a step toward the back office

There was an alarmed screa glass

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Ty growled, adrenaline pu closely

“Stay here” He tossed the co to that office, where Cassie’s shrill voice was spewing ugly invective Vicki was silent and that sent Ty’s threat assess? Had she been injured

Fuck

It took hiet to her office, but it felt like thirty years

He shoved the door open violently, sending it swinging back and crashing into the wall

His eyes evaluated the scene in seconds: Vicki crouched behind her office chair—eyes ith shock The coffee-stained wall behind her the desk The shards of glass on the floor Cassie standing with her hands planted on the desk, leaning forward, mouth open, and eyes crazed Ty had slammed into the office while she was in ently in the air

“Fetch your crap and get out,” Ty ground out froh his veins and his teed to keep his voice low and controlled

All the wind gone fro to belatedly comprehend how far over the line she had stepped— carefully lifted her hands from the desk