“No one was hurt.” After pausing, Molly corrected herself. “I’m pretty sure no one was hurt. We were out of the building at that point. You might want to add getting the police and fire department reports to your to-do list, though.”

“Okay. You’re not hurt? What about John?”

“I’m fine. John’s a little banged up, but I did a beautifully executed dive roll. You should’ve seen it.” Now that the sense of urgency and danger had faded, she wished that move had been recorded.

Norah’s small smile disappeared a moment after it touched her lips. “You need to be careful, especially when you’re dealing with Sonny Zarver.”

“I know, and I will.” Molly made the words a solemn promise.

From Norah’s nod, she understood and accepted it as such.

“Don’t forget to sleep.” Straightening from her leaning position, Molly turned off the light and slipped into the hall before sticking her head back in. “All the rabbit holes will still be there tomorrow, and everything will probably make more sense.”

Although Norah made a sound of agreement, it was absentminded, and her attention was completely focused on her screen again.

“Good night.” Molly pulled her sister’s door closed as she withdrew, knowing that all the well-intentioned nagging in the world wouldn’t get Norah in bed any sooner. She’d finish when she was done researching, and then she’d sleep until noon.

Turning away from Norah’s bedroom door, Molly found herself face to bare chest with John. She couldn’t stop herself from taking in the broad, muscular expanse before resolutely tipping her head back to meet his gaze. She wasn’t sure why she’d thought that looking up would be any less distracting. His beautiful face—with his mile-long dark lashes and full mouth and those tempting dimples—was just as drool-worthy as the hard planes of his chest. He, of course, noticed her looking, and his teasing grin was fully in place.

“See something you like?” he asked, flexing.

She’d already given herself away, but she refused to pump up his ego. It was big enough as it was. She couldn’t bring herself to lie outright, though, so she simply raised one of her shoulders in a half shrug. “Eh.”

Despite her put-on indifference, his smile grew wider. “Don’t pretend like all this”—he made circles in front of his body—“doesn’t flip your lust switch.”

“What?” She laughed. How could she not? “That makes absolutely no sense. And you don’t flip any of my switches.” Despite pretending to be completely immune to his hotness, she couldn’t keep her gaze from straying downward. He was just so perfect and so close and so shirtless.

Her amusement disappeared in a second when she noticed a huge bruise blooming along his side. Moving closer, she grasped his wrist and lifted his arm up and out of the way so she could see his injury. Although she felt him go still from surprise, he allowed her to shift his arm and peer at the dark-red contusion. With her free hand, she traced her fingertips very gently over the area. It was hot and swollen, and she knew it had to hurt. As he sucked in an audible breath, his skin jumping under her touch, she quickly pulled her hand away.