Julia’s caramel eyes were wide. Rick was frowning at her. Looking at her like Piper had two heads. She didn’t—just the one. Piper rolled back her shoulders. “Where is the video footage?”

“This way.” Julia pointed down the hallway. To the left.

Rick kept frowning. “You and the boss…together?” His voice was deep and rumbling, and the guy bore a very close resemblance to Vin Diesel. Next to him, Julia was petite and charming, a bundle of energy and…in that moment, shock.

But Julia wasn’t asking if Piper was involved with the boss. Though, judging by Julia’s expression, the woman didn’t need to ask.

Crap. The kiss had been far too public—both kisses. And Eric hadn’t seemed to care who saw them.

Luckily, Ben hadn’t been there. Ben hadn’t seen.

Does it really matter if he does?

The question slipped through her mind, and Piper wondered…just what was she protecting? Who was she protecting?

Julia elbowed her partner as she got her surprise under control. “You don’t get to ask questions like that. It’s not tactful. How many times have I told you that you have got to get more tact?”

Rick shrugged his massive shoulders. His tense expression said he didn’t give a shit about tact.

A long sigh escaped Julia. “Come on, Piper. I’ll show you the footage.”

Piper followed her into one of the rooms down the hallway. She didn’t want to follow Julia, though. She wanted to run after Eric. To go with him to confront Grady.

But, yes, she got why Eric wanted her to stay behind. Only she wasn’t the staying behind type.

Just as they neared the small room, Ben appeared. He hurried toward her as he double-timed it down the hallway. “Eric texted me—told me you were down here and that he was going to confront Grady.” His jaw clenched. “Wish he’d waited for me.”

“Join the club,” Piper muttered.

Once inside the room, Julia keyed up the security feed and the monitors to the left began to show Piper’s gallery.

“This is footage from nine days ago—the last day the security system worked. Pay attention to the customers and let me know if anyone sticks out in your mind,” Julia instructed her.

Piper pulled out a nearby chair and focused on the monitors. She saw her assistant, Jessica, with her long braid of red hair.

“Has Jessica been brought in for an interview?” Ben asked before Piper could. “I mean, she was in the gallery. If someone screwed with the security there, maybe it was an inside job.”

Piper started to shake her head.

“We’ll be talking to her,” Julia cut in. Rick stood silently by her side. “We always start with those closest to the targets. She’s out of town now, supposedly down in Florida—”