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country.”
    It was true; she had been. When he and Lionheart had signed their contract, she’d been ecstatic for them. Especially for him. This was his dream. And when he’d asked her to go on tour with them, to be the girl by his side, she’d known how lucky she was.
    Except he seemed to know it too. And since she was about to drop out of college to do this, she wanted to know he saw as much potential in their future as she did. She’d tried to hint at first, and when that hadn’t worked, asked him outright if they were more than a fling.
    He always brushed her off. Just like today. Told her things like, she knew what they had. Turned the questions back on her, asking why she couldn’t just enjoy them for what they were.
    She was sick of it. She knew there was only one solution, and it gnawed at her gut, but there was no other way. She wasn’t going to surrender her future for his whimsy.
    Roz wrung her fingers and paced the short length of her office. “I don’t know how they got in,” she repeated for what felt like the five billionth time. The studio was secure. It had to be, to keep the equipment safe, and for the sake of the people who filmed there. Riot glass on the one entrance door. Biorhythm locks everywhere. But even her cameras had gone offline.
    Tears of frustration and anger pricked the back of her eyelids. Part of her blamed Quinn for this, but it was a tiny part. Mostly, she wanted the cops to be done talking to him, so she could wrap herself up in his arms, the way he used to. To find comfort and security like he’d offered in the past. That thought had to go now. She wasn’t going to let a little stress convince her yesterday had been anything more than fun.
    “You’re sure no one on staff had any issues with you or with the business?”
    “Yes.” The single word was barked out louder than she intended. It felt good to let her impotence leak out in the shout, and she didn’t try and reel herself back in. “I already told this to the last guy. And the lady before him. I’m sick of fucking telling you people this. I just want you to finish and get the hell out of here, so I can clean up. So I can get back to work. So I know I’m not in any danger—” Her voice cracked on the last sentence, and she clenched her hand to keep the anger from becoming a sob.
    She sank back into her chair and drew in a shaky breath. “I just… Are we done yet?”
    The man wouldn’t meet her eyes. He pocketed the tablet he’d been using to record the conversation, and stood. “Almost. You can stay here, if you’d prefer. We’ll let you know when we clear out.
    She buried her face in her hands, even before he left the room. The insurance would pay for the damage. She wasn’t worried about that. They’d have an appraiser over, as soon as the police left. The news studio that had had to cancel two days in a row was furious, but at this point, she didn’t care if they never rescheduled.
    But the violation. The doubt. This studio was her baby. Every inch of her ached with the thought someone she knew might have done this. It was almost worse than if they’d just broken into her home. That was just where she slept. This was what she’d built. Her frame shook, as she swallowed back a sob, and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep from breaking while the place was still buzzing.
    “Oh God, Zee.” Quinn’s voice wormed its way through the bedlam in her head. He covered her hands with his calloused palms, his touch warm and comforting. “Are you all right? I’m so sorry.”
    Another impulse to fall against him filled her. To drop from her chair, land in his lap, and just disappear in the comfort for a few minutes. He’d always been incredible at that while they dated. Chasing away her stress. Reminding her it was all going to be okay.
    But that wasn’t what they were to each other anymore, and now would be about the worst time possible to convince herself otherwise. She rubbed her face, grateful