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He didn’t say anything else, but I felt the shift in him. His hand curled around the nape of my neck. For the first time since Kane kidnapped me, I felt hope.
I took the physical comfort he offered, leaning into his embrace and enjoying the feel of his strong arms around me.
Finally, I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “All the studying I’ve done has made me really good at catching details other people miss.”
His fingers traced down my spine. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“Now that you’ve said you’ll actually think about it?” I shook my head with a grin. “Nope.”
Kane studied me for a long, tense moment. I waited, my heart pounding.
He sighed and captured my mouth in a deep kiss. I thought for sure that he’d done it to distract me, which definitely worked.So I was surprised when he lifted his head and murmured, “Come on. We’ll see if Jax could use help with anything.”
“Jax?” I echoed as I straightened.
“He’s our tech guy.”
He stood, and the sheet dropped to the mattress, giving me an eyeful of his big dick. I totally lost the ability to think. All I could do was stare at his erection and wonder if it’d be better to climb back into bed with him instead of going downstairs. Even though Kane was giving me exactly what I’d literally begged for, the memory of what he could do with his thick shaft had me second-guessing if it could wait. That was how much I’d enjoyed myself in bed with him last night.
After tugging on a pair of boxer briefs, Kane wiped his thumb against the corner of my mouth and teased, “Think you have a little drool there.”
“Whatever.” I playfully swatted his chest before grabbing some clothes and heading into the bathroom to get ready.
When I came back out and he saw that I’d kept his discarded shirt on, his eyes gleamed with approval. “Ready?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Kane grabbed his cut off the back of the chair and headed for the door. I rushed to follow him, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
A few guys nodded as we passed, and I caught snippets of conversation and laughter from one of the open rooms. Kane finally stopped in front of a closed door and rapped his knuckles against the hard surface.
A voice barked, “It’s open!”
He interlaced our fingers, then pushed the door open.
The man seated at the desk swiveled his chair toward us, his gaze curious as it landed on me. “Hey, Prez. Need something?”
“You got anything Savannah can help with?”
Jax blinked. “What kinda help?”
Kane stepped into the room, tugging me with him. “She’s smart. Detail-oriented. And highly motivated since she wants to prove us wrong about her brother.”
“You serious?” Jax adjusted his glasses, then gave me a long once-over. “No offense, sweetheart, but I’m not sure I want you anywhere near my machines.”
Kane’s voice dropped into something dangerous. “You done?”
Jax held up his hands in mock surrender. “All right, all right. You’re the boss. Just don’t blame me if this turns into a dumpster fire.”
I stepped closer to one of the screens, where several files were open. Arrest records. Internal memos. I spotted my brother’s name in the header of one.
Luck was on my side because the date jumped out at me.
“Something is off about this report,” I murmured, pointing at it. “Devon’s shift was over at seven, but this says the suspect was booked almost a full hour later.”
“Maybe he got stuck on a call that put him into overtime,” Jax suggested as he ran a hand through his short hair before grabbing a baseball cap from his desk and putting it on backward.
I shook my head. “No, he had dinner at my apartment that night. We were eating spaghetti and meatballs when this arrest happened.”