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already at her studio,” Trace said as he returned to Skye’s side. The detective was still holding her hand. Still staring at Skye with far too much interest. Still pissing Trace off to an alarming degree. “But your officers are certainly welcome to join the hunt.”
    “Your team?” Alex repeated as his brow furrowed. Then his stare—a muddy brown—was back on Trace. “I didn’t catch your name.”
    Because he hadn’t thrown it. He did now, with pleasure.  “Trace Weston.”  Deliberately, he took Skye’s hand from the detective.
    Alex backed up a step. “Weston Securities?”
    “Yes.” 
    Alex whistled and glanced back at Skye. “You hired him to keep you safe?” Before Skye could answer, Alex continued, “I don’t get it. If Weston Securities was on the case, why the hell did she get hurt? Aren’t you supposed to be the best in the damn area?”
    His hold tightened on Skye. “If we’re asking questions, I’ve got a few of my own…like why the hell didn’t you do your job sooner? Someone has been stalking Skye for weeks.” No, much longer if she’d been watched in New York.
    “Because there was no evidence,” Alex gritted out. “But I tried, okay? I sent extra patrols to her house. I dropped by whenever I could. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on her.”
    The guy wanted to keep more than an eye on her.  That much was obvious to Trace. The detective’s expression was too intense when he glanced her way. “Don’t worry, detective,” Trace said, his voice flat, “I’ll keep an eye on her from now on.”
    Skye looked between them.  Her lips tightened. “I just want this man caught, okay? I want him stopped!” She pulled away from Trace and slid from the exam table. When her feet hit the floor, Trace was there to brace her, just in case. 
    “Tell me everything that happened,” Alex told her, hunching his shoulders as he leaned in closer to her.
    Back the hell off.
Skye didn’t need the cop crowding her.
    Skye had come to Trace because there hadn’t been anyone else to help her. The detective didn’t get to step in now and play hero.
    “There isn’t much to tell.”  The hospital gown slipped off her right shoulder and she tried to quickly pull it back into place. “I was working in my studio. The lights went off. I-I heard the creak of the floor and knew someone was there. I tried to run, but h-he caught me.”
    Trace had locked his back teeth while she spoke.
Bastard, I’m going to make you pay.
    “He?” Alex pounced on that word choice. “You’re sure it was a man?”
    “I couldn’t see him.” Her stare darted to Trace. “But I could feel him. He was strong, and he was big…about Trace’s height. His body curved over mine when he—he held me against him.”  Her voice broke a little.
    Trace wanted her out of that room. He wanted her in his home, where he could protect her.
    “Did he say anything to you?” Alex pressed. “Did you hear any kind of accent in his voice? Did he—”
    “No accent.” She shook her head. Winced a little. “He was just whispering to me.”
    Alex stilled. “What did he say?”
    “He said, ‘I will be the one,’” she told them, her voice husky.  She blinked quickly, as if fighting tears. “That’s all he told me, okay?” Those words came out rushed. “That he’d be the one.  Then Trace’s agent came rushing in and—and the guy let me go.” 
    “After he slammed your head into the glass,” Trace added, the words tearing from him.
    “No, actually, he slammed my head into the glass
before
he gave me his little promise.” She curled her arms around her stomach. Stared up at Trace. “Please take me home,” she said. “Take me home with you.”
    Hell, yes.
    The doctor and a nurse headed into the room then. The doc glanced Trace’s way. He inclined his head. “I’ll make sure she’s safe tonight.” Every night.
    He and the detective headed out while the nurse helped Skye  change. Trace would have been more