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it. I still wasn’t quite used to wearing a noose around my neck all the time, but I didn’t feel like I was suffocating all the time anymore. I shrugged into my coat and headed out, aware that I should be nervous but not really feeling it like I thought I would.
    Jack obviously found out about Delaney’s encounter with her ex last night. There was no other reason for him to call me up to his office in the middle of the afternoon.
    I wonder what he’d think if he knew I’d figured out who she was. And I wondered how he’d feel if he knew how she’d kissed me last night, how it felt to hold her in my arms. I wondered if he’d be satisfied with just putting me in my grave, or if he’d need more satisfaction than that.
    It was funny how fathers like Jack are about their daughters. I remembered when Jack’s older daughters began dating, how most of the guys who showed even the slightest interest trembled in their boots every time Jack leveled his gaze on them. And the way my own father reacted when Stacy began dating. He’d literally pulled a gun on one boy he’d caught slipping his hand under her shirt on the living room couch. It was lucky for Stacy that she’d married Killian. Anyone else and Pops probably would have done more than wave a gun around.
    It was still a little odd thinking about my older brother married to my little sister—not that we were related by blood in any stretch of the imagination—and now they were expecting a kid any minute. But they were happy. Any idiot could see that just by looking at them. Even me.
    Tom, Jack’s secretary-slash-bodyguard gestured for me to go right in.
    “Sean,” Jack said, setting down the phone quite dramatically as I walked in. He stood and came around his desk, gesturing for me to take a seat on the couch set invitingly off to one side of his spacious office. “I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything important.”
    “Just the contracts for the new building downtown.”
    “How’s that looking?”
    “Good. We should have a deal in a day or two.”
    “That’s good news.”
    Jack unbuttoned his coat as he took a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see now how much Delaney’s eyes were like his. The thought was a little unsettling, but not enough to stop me from thinking about the way her lips had tasted, how her hand had felt against my chest, how good it would have been to pick her up and carry her up to her bed.
    I regretted not doing it from the moment I left her condo—even though I knew, deep down, that I’d done the right thing. She wasn’t ready. She might never be ready.
    “I had lunch with Delaney Doherty today. I noticed she had something of a fat lip.”
    I inclined my head slightly to acknowledge that fact, picturing it in my head as it was last night. It must have swelled a bit more in the night for it to be obvious to him.
    “She said she had an encounter with that ex of hers again. Didn’t tell me exactly what happened, but the evidence was pretty clear on her face.”
    “He was waiting for her outside of the gym. They argued and I intervened.”
    “You intervened?”
    “I was there. He’s not going to touch her again anytime soon.”
    “You taught him a lesson?”
    I shrugged. “I laid him out pretty good.”
    Jack sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. “She did suggest that she thought he wouldn’t be coming around again. Mentioned that he hadn’t sent the usual threatening text message this morning.”
    “That’s good, right?”
    “But how did he get a shot in if you were there?”
    Jack’s eyes narrowed as he watched me, a dangerous look that warned me to tread carefully.
    “You don’t want her to know that I’m following her for you. I couldn’t just charge in there because it just wouldn’t seem like a guy just trying to help an acquaintance out would do that.”
    “You let him hit her?”
    “No. But she tried to defend herself and it backfired a little.”
    “She