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said.
    It was as if he could read her mind. Or had he noticed how she’d woven her fingers
     together? She stopped tapping her foot, and tried to slow her rapid breathing.
    “I know.” She trusted Thad. Her friend and therapist, Zoey Donovan, was a lucky woman
     to have snagged him.
    “Could these two men have been teens?” Thad asked.
    Teens? He worked for the Street Crime Unit who dealt with gangs. “Not unless teenage
     boys have really deep voices.” Jamie told him about the man shouting. She then closed
     her eyes for a moment to picture them. “They were large, but it was too dark to see
     much of their shape. I do remember that the one who ran around to the back had a slight
     limp.”
    Trent jotted that down. “Can you describe the van?”
    Weren’t all vans the same? “Black. Big. As I mentioned, as soon as I thought I might
     be in danger, I spun around and didn’t think of anything other than getting to safety.”
    Trent relayed her information about the vehicle to someone on the other end of his
     radio mic.
    “You did good,” Thad said.
    Jamie held out her hand. “Then why am I shaking?”
    “Because you went through a trauma.” Thad then glanced at Trent. “We should have someone
     patrol the place for the next couple of days.”
    “I’ll let the captain know,” Trent said.
    After a multitude of questions that ranged from who normally locked up, to if she
     had been aware of the many thefts in the past, two patrolmen knocked on the front
     door. Trent let them in.
    “We checked a four block radius, sir, but spotted no one,” one of the cops said.
    “Thanks,” Trent replied. “Keep an eye out for anyone suspicious. We don’t need them
     returning.”
    Thad tapped her knee. “I bet you want to get out of here.”
    He had no idea. “Yes, but I need to call my supervisor and tell her what happened.”
    Trent returned. He swiped his iPad. “Give me her number, and I’ll take care of it.”
    “I appreciate it.” Jamie was too torn up to go over the event one more time. She looked
     up Dr. Yolanda Withers’ contact information on her cell and gave the information to
     Trent.
    Thad stood. “I want you to stay with us tonight.”
    He was the sweetest man alive. Jamie rose and placed a hand on his arm. “I appreciate
     the offer, but I’ll be fine. If you could drive me to my car, and maybe follow me
     home, I’ll be good.”
    He shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

Chapter Two

    W hen Thad escorted Jamie into his house, it was close to ten thirty at night. Her body
     ached with both fatigue and frustration. Zoey should have been in bed, but there she
     was standing at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in her hand, her brows pinched.
    Zoey set the drink down and rushed over, opening her arms to hug Jamie hard. “Oh,
     Jamie. Are you okay?”
    Her friend acted as if the thugs had actually harmed her. “I’m fine. They didn’t get
     me.”
    Only after Thad and Trent arrived, had she realized things could have gone very wrong.
     She shivered, pushing aside the fact she’d been seconds away from possibly being attacked
     or killed.
    “Thank goodness.” Zoey leaned back and held Jamie at arm’s length, running her gaze
     up and down her body. “You don’t look any worse for wear.”
    “I’m just a bit shaken. That’s all.” Jamie slipped out of her coat and draped it over
     one of the center island stools.
    “I made some decaf for you. Black. Just the way you like it.” Zoey handed her a matching
     mug.
    “I can really use this.” Jamie brought the rich smelling brew to her lips and sipped.
     Divine. It was the perfect temperature—warm without being tongue-burning hot.
    Thad waved the satchel he’d let her gather from home. “I’ll put this in the spare
     bedroom.”
    Jamie appreciated he was giving them some space. “Thanks.”
    While she might appear calm on the outside, her stomach was churning up a storm, and
     anger was close to the boiling point.