John patted Molly’s shoulder. “She’s smart. She won’t get herself into anything she can’t get out of safely. Besides, if she did do the video, at least we’d know what kind of security is in place.”

Molly was too worried to laugh, although she did relax slightly at his reassuring words. He was right. Cara was smart, and they could definitely use any information about the potential meeting place before walking into it blindly that night. She just wished they hadn’t been stuck giving statements rather than staking out the Langston warehouse themselves.

“So what’s the plan? Are we still each taking a location?” Her frown deepened. There were too many variables—they didn’t know where, when, or the majority of who. So much could go wrong, but this could very likely be their last chance. The person on the phone had mentioned that Sonny was getting new identification. If he disappeared, then so did Molly’s opportunity to bring him in.

She plopped down onto John’s couch. All of her frustration was shoved to the back burner as she fell instantly in love. Pulling up her socked feet, she wriggled around to get even more comfortable. “Oh, John…”

He’d been headed to the kitchen, but at those two words he whipped around.

Molly didn’t even care that she’d basically purred at him—and used his first name at that. She was in too much bliss to worry about anything. “Your couch is incredible. Can I have it?”

“Can I have a time-share on your room?”

“Are you trading your couch for occasional access to my bedroom?” Despite her preoccupation with wallowing in her newfound squishy paradise, she was still amused.

“You’re right. Put it that way, and you’re getting a much better deal.” He prowled back over, sinking down next to her. “My couch for full bedroom privileges.”

Somehow, the conversation had taken an unexpected right-hand turn, but Molly didn’t think she had the willpower to bring things to a halt. Instead, she tilted her head to study him, rubbing her cheek along the silky-soft fabric of his magic sofa as she did so. “Full bedroom privileges? What does that entail?”

He leaned closer, stretching his arm across the back of the couch until she felt surrounded—cushions of heaven on one side and John Carmondy on the other. Her heart rate, which had already accelerated, now beat so fast it felt like a hummingbird was hovering inside her rib cage. “Whatever you’d like it to…entail.”

Suddenly, she wanted it to entail all sorts of things, but a small part of her brain was still squawking indignantly that this was John Carmondy she was ever so slowly leaning toward, and he was her nemesis—or at least he used to be. Now, he felt an awful lot like a partner…a very hot partner with a great body and adorable dimples and a habit of watching her back and trying to keep her safe.

She realized that she’d forgotten to breathe, too caught up in his closeness to do anything but feel. As she sucked in a breath, her lips fell open just a little, and John’s gaze instantly locked onto her mouth.