I cocked my head to the side, studying him. He looked sick at the thought that perhaps he could’ve been responsible. “Do you think the fire is somehow connected?”

Taking three large strides, he was by my side again. Taking my hand in his, he brushed his lips against my knuckles. “No, I don’t think so. My business hasn’t crossed over into my personal life.” Even as he said the words, I could see there was doubt there. He wasn’t sure about that.

“And if it has?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, Wren. What if it has?”

“It would mean that you’ve brought a shit-ton of attention to me.”

He spread...