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his, like they’d been a couple for years. “But what about the food?”
    Switching his attention to the piece of paper, he read the scrawl. Got you. Mac ate an hour ago. Have a fun afternoon. As much as he’d rather string her up, he applauded Carol Ann’s attempt to get him out of himself. Any reason to spend time with Jaden was good enough for him. “Well, damn. I guess the order went out already.”
    Jade took the crumpled paper from his hand and scanned it. “I think you were set up.” She turned when the engine of Cass’s Chevy roared to life. “Looks like I was, too.”
    Snaking an arm around her shoulder, he took a breath of her unique scent. Something flowery and light enveloped him, making it hard to think straight. “Logan’s a piece of work. Want me to go?”
    She dropped her head to his shoulder, cuddling into him. “He’s been a pistol ever since I met him, but he’s one I want on my side—just like you. You’re not mad I didn’t call you, are you?”
    “Nope.”
    “Me, neither.”
    Her quick response warmed his heart and other parts of his body. He wasn’t mad in the least. If he didn’t think he’d scare her off, he’d plant a kiss on those lips and savour her sweetness until he had to go on duty. “Good, ‘cause I feel great.” Better than great. Dancing-in-the-streets, fucking wonderful, perfect-with-a-cherry-on-top great.
    “Let’s go see these apartments and meet Mrs Pennywood.”

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Staring at the keys in her hand, Jaden considered asking Marlon to ride with her, but then what? He stirred desires she’d long overlooked. He made her forget the men in her past. His touch kicked her body temperature up at least four or five degrees, not that she minded. Being in his warm embrace—heaven. With his crooked, furry smile, he reminded her of Ewan McGregor and made her think things she shouldn’t consider about a man of the law—not when she had such a chequered past.
    The thought occurred to her—would he even fit in the seat?
    From the corner of her eye, she spotted Bobby’s black truck. At least he stayed true to his word. Just let the paparazzi find her.
    Squeezing her shoulder, Marlon nabbed her attention and led her to the Benz. “My Jeep is safe in the muni lot. Why don’t we take your car and then I can show you around? You’ll get a better feel for the layout if you drive it yourself.”
    She smacked her lips to break the trance he seemed to put her in. God, how was she going to drive with him so freaking close? “Um, what if it breaks down? I’m not real good with engines and she’s been driven pretty hard since I left the Cali state line.”
    His eyes widened. “You drove here from California? By yourself?”
    Squirming under his glare, she edged from his grasp. The security in his size comforted her, but the vote of confidence had unnerved her. “Well, who else was gonna drive? I left my chauffeur at home.” She bit the inside of her cheek. Iron-rich blood filled her mouth. “I mean, I wanted to get away, just like that old commercial, so I did. I stashed my credit card, closed my checking account, cashed out the check, and set off. Why? Is that a crime?” Okay, so yeah, she’d done some foolish and illegal things in her life, but not since she’d decided to live life on her own terms. Did he count that speeding ticket? Sheesh.
    “Wait.” He put his broad hands on her shoulders, engulfing her in his strength and masculinity once again. Even his scent, something woodsy, was wonderful. The green in his eyes softened, reminding her of the ocean off the coast of Florida where the mix of blue and green melded into something beyond description. “I meant that it’s dangerous to drive that far if you aren’t sure the vehicle is reliable, but you made it and I’m proud.”
    Her mouth fell open. Wait, had she heard him right? Proud? As in, he thought she’d done well? Hell, yeah. “You really trust me to drive? I did get busted for