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She screamed.

RILEY HAD BEEN at the gym near Athletes Only when Yank called and left a message on his voice mail demanding Riley meet him at the office ASAP. Riley had been in Yank Morgan’s office long before he heard Sophie’s shriek. He turned and ran, reaching her office half a step before everyone else at A.O. He didn’t see her immediately and spun to find her standing inside the small bathroom.

“Who died?” Yank came to a halt behind Riley, stopping himself by grabbing onto the younger man’s shoulders.

Sophie blushed, her soft skin turning a flattering shade of pink. “Everything’s okay. I’m okay. I’m sorry I scared everyone.”

“You heard her. She’s fine. Everyone get back to work.” Yank waved his hands, shooing everyone away.

Riley waited until everyone except Yank had taken off. “What’s wrong?” he asked Sophie.

“That is wrong.” She pointed to the ceiling.

He looked up. A camera lens had been not so subtly hidden in between the overhead lighting.

“What is it? What’s up there?” Yank squinted at the ceiling.

“It looks like a camera lens. Like the ones they put in department stores,” Riley explained. “Get me a chair, will you, Sophie?”

She nodded and walked out, then returned from the other room, rolling her desk chair in front of her. “Here you go.”

She held the wheeled chair steady while he climbed up on it.

“You know that’s how I broke my hip,” Yank said.

“Leave him alone,” Sophie chided.

Riley tried not to laugh.

“All I meant was that he should be careful or else he’ll end up ass down like I did.”

Riley grinned. “Thanks for the warning.” He carefully pulled the tiny round lens, which protruded from between the light grating, expecting it to be connected by wiring. Instead the lens pulled right out in his hand.

“It’s not connected to anything.” He jumped down to the floor.

Sophie stepped closer.

Her luscious scent assaulted his senses immediately. It had been just one day since he’d seen her last, but he’d gone to sleep imagining he smelled her fragrance beside him and he’d woken up reaching for her. Now she was here, inches away.

“I don’t understand,” she murmured.

He held the tiny piece up to the light. “It’s a dud.”

“As in a practical joke?” Yank asked. “I’m going to kill the bastard who tried to scare my niece that way.”

Sophie exhaled hard.

Beside him, Riley felt her tremble.

“It’s no joke, Uncle Yank,” she said. “It must have been part of the break-in. Someone probably planted this here when they broke all the flower vases.”

Riley didn’t know what was going on. He’d rushed in here so fast he hadn’t noticed the flower shop was no longer in her office. And as for a break-in, he’d seen men fixing the broken glass outside but he’d never considered that it’d been more than an accident. He was unprepared for the feeling of protectiveness that swept over him at the thought of anyone wanting to scare, let alone hurt, this woman.

“I’m going to let the police know ’bout this.” Yank started for the door.

“That’s a good idea,” Sophie said softly. “Uncle Yank? Can you also call your friend Curly who does security? Ask him to come down and see what he thinks of this thing before the police take it away.”

“That’s my girl. Always thinkin’,” Yank said, and left.