“Sage.” Willow spoke louder, presumably for our benefit. “This is Ronan, and his other business partner, Zeke.”

The brunette turned, and without warning, launched herself at us, her arms open wide. She wrestled both Zeke and me into an embrace, then broke away. “Thank you for saving my Willow. I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t been there.” Her lower lip wobbled, and I worried she’d break down in tears, but she took a deep breath and stilled the tremble. “I told her we should go to the police, but she was worried about Tom.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m sure she mentioned it already, but we’ve spoken to the police now.”

“Good.” Sage’s eyes narrowed, and the directness of her gaze caught me by surprise. Apparently, the yogi had a hidden layer of steel. “I hope they catch those men and make them rethink their major life choices.”

Before she could say anything more, my phone rang. I extracted it from my pocket. “King.”

“Ronan, this is Detective Lee. The crime scene techs have finished at Ms. Lennox’s apartment. They said the door will need to be replaced. It splintered when the offender kicked it down and the damage is irreparable.”

“Damn.” I was definitely not okay with sending Willow and Sage back to a place where they’d be sitting ducks if anyone came looking for them. “Anything else worth noting?”

“There’s blood on the floor that corroborates Willow’s story. Nothing major. Just what could be expected from a shallow head wound.”

My gut churned. I hated the idea of Willow bleeding. “Thanks for the update. I’ll let you know if we find anything. If you need to speak to the roommate, she’s here with us.”

“We’ll have to get her version of events,” Joanna said, as I’d expected.

“Of course. I’ll pass her contact details along.”

We ended the call. The group around me had fallen silent, no doubt waiting to hear the latest. I filled them in on what Joanna had said, then hesitated, hoping they wouldn’t object too hard to what I was about to suggest. “I’d like both of you to stay at my place until we know you’re safe. My penthouse has top-of-the-line security. There are too many variables if you return home.”

Willow blanched. “We can’t put you out like that. You’ve already done too much. Sage and I will rent a hotel room for the night. No one will know where we are.”

I sighed. “Can I speak to you alone?”

I led her into my office and gently closed the door so we were out of sight of the others. Any question died on her lips as I brushed my mouth over hers and breathed in the scent of her.

“Willow,” I urged. “Please let me do this for you. I won’t be able to concentrate on finding whoever is behind it if I’m worried about you. If I know you’re there, I’ll be able to focus.”

“Oh.” She tilted her head, her brow furrowing in bemusement. “You’re that concerned about me?”