Chapter Twenty Nine

Nate didn’t respond except to let out a carefully measured breath, drawing his warm hand up and down her back. She pictured him clenching his jaw, puzzled, his gaze turning soft as he slipped into deep thought.

“It’s too great a coincidence that hours after Carter threatened us that he had gone to the press, you ended up getting attacked.”

Mira gaped fearfully. The police had suggested as much, but it hadn’t felt as real as it did now, hearing Nate state the possibility.

“Whoever they are,” he went on, “they won’t get away with this.

Every inch of this building is covered with security cameras. It’s only a matter of time before we find out who they are. Trust me, they’re going to go to prison for a very long time.”

She found herself leaning into him, melting into a more relaxed pose in response to his strong arm resting around her back, his warm hand hooked on her hip.

“I wasn’t sure you’d ever speak to me again,” she said.

“Hey,” he said in a reassuring tone. “I have a lot to figure