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“Bastard,” Zeke growled

Noished it had been a norhts against his sides He hadn't brought the that delivery with Preston and there was no reason to be carrying for it But if he hada simple shot in the knee—that's all it would have taken—and Viv would have been free from all of this “Is this the first time he’s tried to contact you outside the bakery?”

She blew out a breath and relinquished her grip, flexing her fingers before clasping her hands in her lap “Yes”

“Do you think he knohere you live?”

She sed hard “II don’t know Maybe? Detective Manciniwas on one of the patrol routes after I got the fifth or sixth letter, so I assumed that would keep me safe”

“Letaround before I head out I can bring you back here toe out that tire”

He could tell she wanted to protest It hbors were as likely to call the cops on hi around with her But he didn’t want her left alone Not until he was sure she’d be safe

To his surprise, she put a hand on his and said, “That would be great”

Zeke made her call Detective Mancini on the way to her apartot to the letter, he plucked the phone fro a tio into the station to turn it in He also ensured that an officer would stop by the public lot and inspect the dae to her car so a report could be made

She was grateful for Zeke’s interference He was cals she most definitely was not The hard truth was that the nerves she’d forced down had returned with a vengeance by the ti lot

“Which one is yours?” he asked her, peering at the semi-dark stairwell

“I’m the third one over” She pointed The movement forced her to lean in, an action mirrored by hi

It brought them within inches of each other His lips were there, tantalizingly close She was so busy staring at theap that she didn’t realize he was staring right back at her

“Viv,” he said in a low, husky voice

“Yes?”