Since she hadn’t ever been particularly attracted to safe, Piper had still been ready to give Simon and his date a try, but then Eric had spoken privately with his new VP. And Simon had suddenly gone very, very cold on her.

He didn’t feel cold right then.

He gave her another squeeze. “You’ll be taken care of.” His breath blew over her ear. “Wilde is on the job.”

“Get your hands off her!” Eric’s snarling—and pissed—voice.

Simon pulled back. His hands lingered on her shoulders. “You okay?”

Piper nodded.

“Still touching her. Stop that shit.” Eric had stalked inside the office. Again, the man must have used his sneaky ninja skills because she hadn’t heard him enter the room, yet he now stood behind his massive desk, glowering at them.

Simon stopped ‘that shit.’ He let her go. Moved back.

“Dennis, hold my calls, will you?” Eric growled at his assistant.

She’d forgotten Dennis was still there.

Dennis nodded as he hurriedly exited the room. The door shut behind him with a soft click.

And Piper twisted her hands again.

Eric’s glower got a little worse. “You’re safe.”

“Absolutely,” Simon added with his big, tiger smile.

“I don’t feel safe.” Far from it. Instead of taking a seat on the couch again, she paced toward the floor to ceiling windows that faced the city. The work day had started, and the cars were rushing on the street below. “When are you going to be able to access the traffic cams, Eric?”

“Already got techs working on them now.” Eric’s leather chair gave a soft groan as he sat down. “As soon as they have something, they’ll report to me immediately.”

That was good.

“And we have investigators with arson experience,” Eric added as the leather groaned again. “I’ve sent Julia Slate and Rick Williams over to your house, Piper. They’re both former firefighters, and they’ll make sure no detail is overlooked there.”

Okay. So, action was happening. Things were moving. She rolled back her shoulders. Straightened her spine. “What can I do?”

Silence.

She turned toward the men, her gaze sliding first to Eric. He stared back at her, and, God, had they really been kissing just hours before? A kiss that had nearly knocked her right off her feet. Eric Wilde. The kiss had been even better than the one they’d shared so many years ago. And was it possible…had he really wanted her way back then? Did he still want her?

As she stared into his eyes, she could have sworn that she saw need. Longing. For her?

But…it was Eric. Eric.

If the call hadn’t interrupted them, what would have happened?

What would happen if she stayed at his place again the coming night?