“Enough to know you’re better off staying away from it and leaving the detective work to the professionals.”

“I know, I know.” My shoulders slumped, my back bowed. My bones felt hollow and weak. Tonight I’d take some Melatonin and try to knock myself out. Actually get some decent sleep. “I just hate being so out of control. Having to put my life on pause because of this asshole.”

“Understandable.”

Around me were towers of books waiting to be shelved. Romance mostly. Since I had the time, I might as well place them in alphabetical order. His gaze wandered over them with something close to interest. Made me curious about his hobbies. Apart from being a fulltime card-carrying member of the badass club, of course. He probably kick boxed and scaled tall buildings and saved kittens from burning trees. I really shouldn’t have sat down. From this height, he seemed even more imposing. Like a mountain towering over me, taking up all of the view. I’d been around plenty of big shot actors, sports stars, and business tycoons over the years, courtesy of various events and V.I.P. lounges. Ziggy Thayer had more presence than all of them put together. It’s like he sucked the air out of a room just by generally being cool and existing.

Or maybe he only had that effect on me. If so, I could seriously do without the complication. Dammit.

“Miss?”

And I’d been staring at the man again. “I’m sorry, Ziggy. I kind of zoned out there for a minute. Were you saying something?”

“Only that I better get on with it. I’ll be down in the garage. If you need me, just contact me on my cell.”

“Why the garage?” I asked, curious.

“I’d like to give your vehicle a quick check over, followed by your apartment.”

His phone started to vibrate again.

“Do you need to take that call?”

“No, miss.”

“What are you looking for in my car and apartment?”

“Anything that shouldn’t be there. Listening devices, mostly.”

“You think that the crazy person who mailed me a skewered heart might be bugging my car? Psycho nut does Mission Impossible?”

“No. My concern is with the press.”

I paused. “You think someone might have been listening into my conversations and that’s how the story got leaked?”

“It’s highly unlikely,” he said. “But I’d feel better if I checked and since I have the time...”

“All right. And thank you for listening to me moan before.”

“Anytime, miss. It’s all part of the service.” The skin around his eyes crinkled a little. It might be the closest thing to a grin I’d ever see on his face.

It made me smile for real.