They’d made love in the shower, after which she’d pulled together a breakfast of eggs and toast. The whole morning had felt ridiculously, wonderfully domestic, especially after the heated decadence of the night before. And Riley, who never stayed over at a woman’s house, had sat in the chair watching her cook, all the while thinking that he could get used to that.

The text had come in while they were eating, and since the only time Zac had available that morning was when Nat needed to be on a conference call, they’d decided he’d go by himself.

He saw her safely to the condo office, double-checked to make sure the elevator and door security were working properly, then told her not to go out for any reason.

With her assurance ringing in his ear, he’d headed downtown to The Firehouse and his meeting with Zac.

“We only have security in this area,” Zac said, a sweep of his arm encompassing the reception area, where members checked in before being admitted through to the bar. “And it’s not as if we require them to look straight into a camera before entering,” he says.

“Do you scan membership cards upon entry?”

“No,” Zac said. “Our members appreciate the fact of membership, but once they’re in the club, they don’t want to feel like they’re flashing a bus pass. And, to be honest, some of our members are well-known celebrities. Without an entrance scan, they have deniability.”

“Sure, I joined,” Riley said. “But it was just as a joke. I never actually went there.”

“Exactly,” Zac nodded “And if there’s no entrance scan, who’s to say otherwise?”

“That camera.” Riley pointed to the two high-mounted—but camouflaged—security cameras.

“Good eye, but you see the problem. If a client keeps his head down or wears a mask or sunglasses, any identification will be a problem.”

Riley nodded. The man was right. “Gotta give it a shot.”

“Tag said you’re looking for a stalker.”

“Someone’s been harassing my girlfriend.” And, dammit, she was his girlfriend whether she knew it yet or not. “I intend to put a stop to it.”

“You think she picked up the stalker here.” He nodded, not waiting for Riley’s answer. “I like to think that kind of element isn’t among our membership, but I also can’t deny that it’s possible.” He met Riley’s eyes. “She’s the one who came with Holt on that research walk-through, you said?” He flipped through a calendar open on the main desk. “Let’s take a look at the security feed and see who we see.”