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she continued to pickpocket at night.
    Seth shook his head and hissed as he pulled his breakfast from the toaster. Shit , he had already managed to burn a couple pieces of toast while lost in his thoughts of Monica. At this rate he’d burn his house down. He needed to get his head straight.
    After scarfing his meal and washing it down with orange juice, Seth dressed in his police uniform and grabbed his keys. He was going to be early, but he needed to get out of the house. If he sat alone for a second longer, he would probably skip work and go to find Monica instead. Neither of which would be a good idea.
    Walking into the st ation was overwhelming. The ringing of phones and the yelling of the occasional displeased arrestee usually managed to get on his nerves right away, and today was no exception. Already running ragged, Seth bypassed everyone and headed to his office. There was no desire to speak to anyone—especially anyone with questions about his case.
    Taking a seat at his desk, his attention was pulled to the door as Evan strolled in with a smirk on his face. “We’ve got our suspect in custody, my man. It’s time for questioning. You wanna be good cop or bad cop this time?” He looked way too pleased with himself.
    Seth’s body went cold. They had her in custody?
    “Who arrested the kid?” he asked in a bored tone, careful to not use ‘her’ to describe the suspect.
    Evan turned to leave, but not before tossing him a grin over his shoulder. “I did.”
    Fuck . If he walked in there, and she acted even a little bit like she knew him, he was in deep shit. “I’ll be right there, man.” It was all he could say at the moment. He needed to get his brain back in cop mode before he could face her, because he knew once he did, police work would be the last thing on his mind. Now he just needed to get her out of this mess.
    Making his way to the interrogation room, Seth ran a hand down his weary face. He had promised to take care of her, and she’d been arrested. He failed. Evan was already in the room when he entered . Grinding his back teeth together, Seth’s eyes landed on the figure at the table. The black sweatshirt made his stomach drop. Just get it over with . Taking a deep breath, he slid into the chair across the table from their suspect.
    “I’m Officer Jackson. We’ve been tracking you for a while now, and we’ve got a few questions for you. I need you to remove the hood, please,” he ordered, holding his breath for the inevitable.
    Seth watched as her hands went to the hood before sliding it off slowly. When it fell back, Seth came face to face …with a young man with blond hair. It wasn’t her. Thank fuck .
    Breathing a sigh of relief, he motioned for Evan to sit as well, and started the questioning. His focus was elsewhere, though . It was on the raven-haired beauty who was fast becoming a part of his life. The scare of thinking she’d been arrested was palpable, leaving him reeling with uncertainty. He needed to keep her safe, no matter what the odds were.

Chapter Seven
    For four hours Monica had been on the search, stopping into every restaurant, deli, and bakery she could find to inquire about job openings. Nothing. Not one possible lead. Every place turned her away, stating that they weren’t hiring. Trudging up the stairs to her apartment, Monica sighed in defeat. Tomorrow she’d have to do it all again, but their money was dwindling down to practically nothing. If the job search didn’t pan out, she was going to have to hit the streets again to make do, and that made her angry. She didn’t want to be that person anymore. She hated every second of it, but it was necessary.
    “Where’s your bodyguard now?” The voice came out of nowhere, slithering around her like a snake, making her skin crawl. Fear made her stomach heave. Turning slowly, Monica came face to face with her attacker sauntering down the hallway, creeping closer. His face was bruised, his eyes blackened, and his