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sandwich bags?”
    “Bottom shelf in the pantry next to the back door,” she replied automatically, and then drew up straight, like an animal on full alert. “And not on your life.” Her throat went so tight with panic she almost couldn’t speak. “You are not moving in with me.”
    After placing the candy wrappers in a baggie and sealing it, Wyn peeled off his protective gloves, tossed them in the trash, and locked in on Maddie. “I’m not leaving until I catch the guy.”
    Going hot and cold all over at the same time, Maddie backed up, bumping into the counter, and shook her head. “Zero chance that is happening.” She reached back and gripped the edge of granite, holding on so hard the stone dug into her fingers, yet she could not let go. “Not on your life or mine,” she repeated. If this man wiggled his way into her home, he would find a way to once again consume her heart. She couldn’t let that happen. If he crushed her soul again, she would never recover.
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    Fear consumed every plane of Maddie’s lovely face. The sight tore into Wyn’s gut, but he could not back down from this plan. He would not risk her life.
    Wyn parted his lips to explain himself a second time, but before he got a word out, Devlin filled the entry to the kitchen. With a quick glance to Maddie and then Wyn, he asked, “Did you find anything?”
    One look at Devlin, and Wyn flashed back four years, stepping back into a conversation he’d once had with this man. The memory made Wyn’s gut clench, and his stomach surged as if he might throw up, but he gestured to Devlin anyway. “I need a word with you. In private.” He undid the lock and swung open the door to the back porch. “Right now.”
    Wyn loped down the steps and paced across the expanse of backyard, pausing at the back end of an enclosed, overgrown garden, and reminded himself to search the gated area after talking to Devlin.
    A bad taste filled Wyn’s mouth, and he knew why, but he swung to face Devlin anyway. “I’m ready to collect that favor.”
    The color bled out of Devlin’s face. The man knew exactly what Wyn was talking about and that he wouldn’t be able to refuse.
    Four years ago Garrick had been in a potentially dangerous situation and Devlin had called Wyn to help. Without any details—Devlin had not been able to give Wyn any without putting Garrick into a bad spot—Wyn had ignored police protocol and had put his career in jeopardy to help a friend and keep the crisis on the down low. Wyn had done it because he trusted Devlin and had acted on pure faith that his friend was telling him the truth. Everything had worked out in the end, and in gratitude Devlin had told Wyn “I owe you one. Let me know when you want to cash it in, and I’m there, whatever you ask.”
    In front of Wyn now, Devlin looked like death warmed over, but Wyn steeled himself and didn’t crack his unwavering stare. “I know I’m calling in a hard marker here, and you can damn me to hell if you want, but I’ve found what I believe to be evidence that someone has been in Maddie’s home. I need you to convince her to let me move in so I can figure out what’s going on.”
    Devlin stumbled to the gate surrounding the garden, using the bars to hold himself up. “Someone has really been here?” He looked over his shoulder at the home, new shadows in his eyes.
    “I believe so.” Wyn held up the bag with the candy wrappers in it. “Recently.”
    Devlin slumped even more deeply into the fence. “Shit. Aidan’s gonna flip out.” Hands in his hair, he pulled the dark locks into disarray. “Shit. I’m fucking freaking out.”
    “I believe I can fix this, but only if I’m here.”
    “And Maddie refused you.”
    “Of course.”
    Still pale, Devlin shoved his hand right back into his hair. “Shit.”
    Wyn’s gut still churned in a bad, bad way, but he held his ground. “It’s a lot to ask, but I’m asking you to do it anyway. Convince Maddie to let me move in.”
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