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keeping everything locked up, but he wouldn’t mention that now. First, he’d patch the window, and then over coffee, they’d talk about what might have happened.
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    As soon as Cord stepped from the house, a rush of anxiety swamped Piper, and she had to pace to burn off the energy. No one had ever broken into her house before. Her first thought was that Brody might’ve tried to entered, but then dismissed that thought. He knew where she kept her spare key.
    She slipped her cell from her purse to call him, but then remembered he hadn’t paid his cell phone bill. Dang. He’d be at the garage tomorrow, so she could ask him then if he knew anything.
    Piper couldn’t picture him so high that he’d break a window. Her brother had done a lot of things in his life, but being hooked on drugs hadn’t been one of them. As far as she knew, she hadn’t pissed off anyone, unless this had something to do with Brody somehow. Cord was a cop, so he might have a better idea who might be behind this.
    She leaned against the wall, waiting for him to return. The moment she’d spotted him at the bar, hope had surged that perhaps she’d be given a chance to be with him. Sure, he’d declined her invitation to come in, but she might have figured out something that would have enticed him to stay. Now he was here only because of some crime.
    Heavy footsteps sounded on the front porch. A moment later the door opened, and Cord entered waiving a piece of wood. “This was all I could find. Looks like it will have to do.”
    Anything that would block the wind would be welcome. “Thank you.” Uh-oh. Here she’d promised him something to drink, and she’d done nothing about it. “I’ll fix us that coffee.”
    “While you’re doing that, I’ll patch the hole.”
    Having a man around was comforting, especially in her time of need, but Piper wished Cord had been there under different circumstances. As he hammered away, she brewed the coffee and wondered if he took cream or sugar. Given his fit body, he probably drank it black. She could ask him, but she didn’t want to disturb him.
    Now that they were alone, there were so many things she wanted to ask him, like did he have any siblings, what were his parents like, and how much fun was it to grow up a shifter?
    She’d moved here three years ago and had met some amazing women, many of whom could transform their shape. When she’d asked them what it was like to change, they’d shrugged it off saying it was all they’d ever known. Tasha was the only one who said she didn’t like to shift since she became even more lumbering when in her bear form.
    By the time the coffee was ready, Cord had finished fixing the window. Placing the two coffees, sugar, and creamer on a tray, she carried it out to the living room and set it on the coffee table. “The bathroom’s down the hall if you want to wash up.” Scrounging through her garage would have been a dirty job.
    He smiled briefly and her heart hammered. He was already a handsome man when he was serious, but his smile and perfectly white, straight teeth only added to his good looks.
    “Thank you,” he said then disappeared down the hall.
    She sat on one end of the sofa, hoping he’d sit next to her. He’d probably drink his coffee, thank her, and then leave now that the danger had passed. Spending any time with him, though, would be a bonus.
    Cord returned and slipped next to her, tension plastered across his face. She wanted to know why he was so concerned, but she decided that maybe it was best not to know.
    Not putting anything in his drink, he picked up his coffee then glanced at her. “Do you have any idea who would want to break in?” He sounded very much like a cop taking her report instead of a concerned friend.
    Her spine stiffened. “Are you opening an investigation?”
    His shoulders sagged a bit. “Sorry, I can’t seem to turn off the cop in me, but yes since a crime was committed. You’ll have to