She’d always supported whatever decisions they made about their careers, and never pushed them to marry or have kids. But the look in her eye warned him that she’d been thinking about it.
“I’m about to be discharged,” he told them. “I’m fine.”
Savannah lifted her head and eyed the bandage on his arm with unhappy eyes.
He cupped her chin. “I’m fine. This is good. The asshole hired someone to take the shot.”
Savannah gasped.
“We got the guy. He’s singing like a canary, and he described Walkson as the man who hired him.”
Savannah’s hands flexed on Hunt’s skin.
“We’ve confirmed he’s in San Francisco,” Hunt continued. “I also made contact with the NYPD.”
She tensed.
“You aren’t the suspect from Amelia’s murder, Savannah. You were only ever a person of interest. I know the questioning made you feel that way, but people lie a lot, and thorough questioning is vital.”
She nodded. “I don’t care about any of that right now. Walkson’s after you.”
Hunt slid his hand into her hair. “Good. He’ll get sloppy.”
“He’s already hurt you…”
Fear coated her voice. He hated it, but he knew that it showed she felt something for him.
That made him feel good.
There was a knock at the door and Vander appeared in the doorway. “You done lying around, Morgan?”
Hunt snorted.
“It’s too dangerous for you to go home,” Vander said. “Walkson knows where you live, Hunt. Today, he proved he’s willing to resort to any tactics.”
Hunt frowned. Shit. That was all true.
“And you can’t stay with your family or friends either,” Vander added. “That’ll just put them in danger.”
Savannah’s fingers tightened on him.
“I think Sunday lunch is off,” Hunt said to his mom.
His mom waved a hand. “I just want you and Savannah safe.”
Vander continued, “I spoke with Easton, and we’ve organized a safe house for you and Savannah. Somewhere safe, comfortable, and well protected. I’ll have my team supplement security.” Vander’s face hardened. “And then we can make a plan to track this fucker down.” His gaze flicked to Hunt’s mom. “Sorry, Mrs. Morgan.”
The older woman smiled. “I’ve heard the word before, Vander. In fact, I’ve heard you and my boys use it quite a few times.”
Vander gave her a faint smile.
“And I want you, Hunt, and my boys to catch the fucker,” she said.
“Mom,” Ryder said, grinning.
Savannah laughed. Hunt squeezed her closer.
“I’ll drop you at the safe house,” Vander said. “Cam can get clothes and whatever else you need from your place.”
“Savannah will need her art gear,” Hunt said.
“Oh, you’re an artist.” Hunt’s mother clapped her hands together. “That’s wonderful.”
“Okay, let’s spring Hunt, and get these two safe,” Ryder said.
Hunt met Vander’s gaze. “We need to find Walkson. Fast.”
Vander nodded. “Rhys and Ace are on it. We’ll run him down.”
Savannah stiffened, and Hunt stroked her back.
Once the paperwork was done, Hunt’s mom kissed him and Savannah, then headed off with Ryder.
Vander herded them into the back of his X6.
“You’re sure you’re all right?” She stroked his fingers.
“Fine.” The bandage poked out of the borrowed scrub shirt he wore. “It cut a groove in my bicep, but there’s no bad damage. The painkillers are controlling the pain.”
She looked unhappy, and he gave her a quick kiss.
Hunt made a quick call and spoke with his lieutenant. Lieutenant William Cook was smart, fair, and solid. Hunt liked working for him.
“Lay low, Hunt, and find this Walkson,” Lieutenant Cook rumbled. “Whatever resources you need, you have them. No one gets away with taking potshots at cops in my city.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll keep you updated.”
It wasn’t long before Vander drove past the main entrance to the Four Seasons and pulled into one of the private residence towers around the corner.
“Exactly where is the safe house?” Savannah asked.
Vander turned and looked back at them. “It’s more of a safe apartment. Easton owns a slew of properties across the city. This one’s in the residential tower here, on a high level, and the building has an excellent security system.”
“Installed by Norcross Security?” Hunt asked.
“Of course. The building has a good security team too, plus I’ll have my team beef that up, and control access to your floor.”
They strode to a private elevator. Vander pulled out a key card and held it to the panel. As the elevator zoomed upward, he handed the card to Hunt.
“You’ll be safe here. Tomorrow, Ace, Rhys and I will come by with whatever we have on Walkson. We can make a plan of attack.”
“You guys are doing so much…” Savannah fiddled with her hair. “All because of me.”
“Because you deserve to be safe,” Hunt said. “Because Walkson has to be stopped before he hurts anyone else.”
The elevator slowed and the doors opened. They walked into the apartment.
Hell. Hunt couldn’t think of anything to say.
Savannah’s mouth dropped open. “Holy cow. Vander, you should’ve said safe penthouse.”
The space was flooded with natural light. There was a double-height living area, with huge, floor-to-ceiling windows. Savannah looked dumbfounded, and Hunt was a little in awe himself.
Sleek, gray couches were grouped around a flat, black coffee table. The windows in front of them gave breathtaking views of the city and the Bay. To the left, a half spiral staircase led up to the mezzanine level and upper floor. Beyond that, were more windows that showed off the Salesforce building and rest of the city. Sliding doors opened onto a terrace, with outdoor furniture and a long, infinity pool.
To the right was the dining room with a huge table and another terrace.
“Kitchen’s stocked,” Vander said. “Get some rest, Hunt, then be ready to hunt Walkson down.”
“Bye, Vander,” Savannah said. “Please thank your brother for letting us stay here.”
Once Vander was gone, Savannah strode over to Hunt.
“You need to rest.” Her tone turned bossy. “I’ll make you something to eat and—”
“Don’t fuss.”
She huffed out a breath. “I’m going to fuss. I’m freaked, worried, and you got shot.” Her voice rose. She was wired, tense.
“I don’t need you to fuss.”
She met his gaze. “What do you need?”
“You.” He tilted her head up. “I’m going to have you now, Savannah.”
Instant desire.
Heat pooled in her belly. It really didn’t take much with this man. Hunt just had to be in the room, and she was wet. She tried to find some control.
“Your arm—”
“Is fine. How many more times are you going to make me say that?” He kissed her. His hand cupped the back of her head, tongue stroking into her mouth.