She shushed him and nuzzled into her pillow.

“There’s a picture.”

Jenny slowly propped up on elbows. Her eyes were sleepy and hair disheveled. All in all, a great look on her, minus the annoyed pinch of her brows. “Picture? From one of the cell phones?”

He handed the phone over.

“Oh, this is bad, isn’t it? For you? Politics isn’t my thing, but this isn’t great, right?”

He shrugged. “Seen worse.”

She scrolled down and back up again. “They make you sound like a caveman, yanking me out of a bar.”

“They said you were hot.” He took the phone and tossed it toward the end of the bed. “Can’t fault them for the truth.”

“God, if I’d just walked out, none of this—”

“You can’t second-guess yourself, and you know that everything I do is tracked by the local news.”

She rolled her eyes then tried to smooth her hair. “Yeah, the man who hits every eligible bachelor list in the United States is tracked by just the local news.”

Shit. What was he thinking? This picture pinpointed exactly where Jenny was and that she meant more to him than just his little sister’s best friend.

His phone rang, but he ignored it. A gut feeling said nothing good was on the other end of that call.

“Hey.” Jenny rolled to face him. “You okay?”

The phone rang again. He rubbed his face. Everything he did was calculated, but last night was not, and the sudden realization of the repercussions made his stomach sink. He grabbed the phone. Caller ID showed FBI Agent Murphy. He accepted the call and closed his eyes.

Asher took a deep breath. “Think I have a problem.”

Jenny’s face fell, mumbling, “Guess not.”

“Yeah, I’ll say,” Murphy grumbled. “You didn’t mention that Jenny Chase was more than your little sister’s best friend. That changes a few things.”

“It’s a recent development.”

Murphy laughed. “Yeah, well, guess those things happen. You also didn’t mention that Jenny Chase is the sister-in-law of Jared Westin.”

Asher’s mind stumbled, and he coughed. “Excuse me?”

“Guess you’re having quite the morning, aren’t you, Congressman?”

His mind reeled. Habit almost had him correcting Murphy to call him Asher, but the bigger concern was Jared Westin. “I’ll call you back.”

He hung up, dropped the phone, and rubbed his temples. “Sugar married Jared Westin?”

Jenny nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

His mind raced. Jared Westin ran Titan Group, and they were more than qualified to protect Jenny than half the FBI. Given Titan’s leeway with the law and its connections with everyone from the president to the director of the CIA, it would’ve been beneficial to know. That, and Jared would want to know if there was a threat against Jenny. The man had a ruthless bastard streak to him, and Asher was sure not being filled in on threats to extended family didn’t conjure up a good attitude.

He pinched his eyes shut. Actually, why hadn’t Titan shown up unannounced for protective detail? Only one reason.