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agencies. They want to see both of us downtown at a CIA satellite office at nine o’clock for more questioning.”
    “But I don’t know anything.”
    “I know. Something unusual is up. They generally leave questioning like this for local law enforcement.”
    I took his hand, pressed it against my cheek. “I’m sorry. I guess dinner at my parents’ house wasn’t a good idea. Except if you hadn’t been there, who knows what might have happened?”
    He reached behind my head, pulling me in for another kiss. “You could have been hit,” he murmured. “My worst nightmare.”
    “I guess it was my lucky day.”
    He cupped my cheek so I was looking directly at him. “And mine. There can’t ever be enough time for me to get my fill of you.”
    Before I could say anything, his phone rang.
    He swore, but didn’t answer it.
    “Get it. It could be important.”
    Sighing, he rolled off the bed and snatched his phone from the bedside table. “Hello.”
    He listened for a minute, then his gaze raised to meet mine. “Yes, she’s with me.” Frowning, he listened for a bit more. “Twenty minutes.”
    Without even saying goodbye, he hung up and set the phone down.
    “What was that all about?”
    He sat on the bed and rubbed his cheek. “I’m not sure. They want to see me now. Alone. They asked for your whereabouts.”
    “They know about us?”
    “Of course. They know everything about me, remember?” His voice held a trace of bitterness.
    “Right. I’m sorry.”
    He leaned in for another kiss, but I could feel the tension in him. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I have to go.”
    “Do they still want to question me at nine o’clock?”
    “I don’t know. I’ll find out, okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “You’re safe here for now. There’s an officer stationed outside in the hallway for you and your family’s protection. Stay put until I figure out what’s going on. But you’d better give your boss a call and let him know you won’t be in today.” He pointed at a black duffle in the corner. “I stopped by your place last night and picked up some of your clothes, a toilet kit and your laptop. Order room service and relax. I’ll be back soon.”
    He picked up his briefcase and kissed me on the nose. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this sorted out.”
    After he left, I took his advice and ordered room service. I hadn’t eaten last night, so I was famished. While I was waiting for the food, I booted up my laptop and called Finn. He wasn’t in yet, so I left a message, giving him the details on my situation. After about twenty minutes, pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausages, pastries, orange juice and coffee were delivered. I dug into the food while surfing the net and tried to return to my happy place, but I had a hard time concentrating.
    Someone knocked on my door. I crossed the room, peeked out of the peephole, then opened the door. Rock and Beau strolled in.
    “Hey, sis, do I smell coffee?” Beau asked.
    “And food,” Rock added, lifting the lid on one plate and checking out the tray. “You didn’t invite us.”
    “I didn’t even know you were here,” I said to Rock. “And I thought Beau was still asleep.”
    Beau picked up a sausage and ate it. “Nope. Most cops are early risers unless on the night shift.”
    Rock grinned. “Yeah, and didn’t you know the early reporter catches the story?” He picked up a mug from the top of the hotel refrigerator and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Speaking of story, what’s going on?”
    I returned to the desk, sat, then picked up my own cold coffee. “I don’t know, Rock. Someone shot at us at Mom and Dad’s house last night. I have no idea why. I have to get questioned some more this morning.”
    Beau’s eyes narrowed. “How come no one wants to question me or mom and dad? We were there, too. It seems odd.”
    It did seem odd, but I wasn’t sure what was going on. I shrugged. “You guys might be next on the list. Slash is with them now.”
    Rock