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Their food arrived even without them ordering yet. He shook his head with a small smile.

Sergio.

They enjoyed their meal and conversation about the action movie they had seen before dinner. Sarena’s face was animated, and she argued about the relationship between the hero and the woman he rescued.

“He did it because he loved her,” she scoffed.

“So after two dates, he knew that she was the one? To go off, guns blazing across the world to save her?” He cocked an eyebrow.

The movie had been about a cop who was going against all odds to rescue a woman he had just met and slept with once. He snorted then took a sip from his wineglass.

“There is something called instalove.” Sarena shook her fork at him then dove into her plate.

He loved that she wasn’t ashamed to eat. He was tired of women only wanting salads and picking over their food. He wanted a woman with curves and who could enjoy a real meal with him. He was a large man and loved how Sarena fit against him.

They fit like two puzzle pieces that were meant to go together. Her softness was a direct contrast to his hardness. Just thinking of her soft curves was causing his cock to awaken. He had to will it to settle down.

“So, how does this instalove thing work?”

She paused before putting her food in her mouth and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “Men,” she muttered.

“What is that supposed to mean? I’m just asking a question—”

The muffled sound of a phone ringing cut him off. Sarena reached down into her purse. Her eyes narrowed on her phone as she glanced at the screen.

Alarms went off in the back of his mind, and he watched her answer.

“Hello?” she said. Her gaze flew to him, and his muscles tensed. “This is she.”

She paused and listened to whoever was on the line. Her eyes widened.

“Who is it?” he snapped, not liking the fear appear in her eyes.

“No, I’m not home. Go ahead. I’ll be right there.” She hung up.

“Who was that?” he repeated, trying to keep the growl from escaping.

“My alarm company. My house alarm was tripped.”

“Let’s go.”

Sarena didn’t wait for Marcas to come and open her door to his truck. Her heart slammed against her chest while she replayed the brief conversation in her head from the alarm company.

“Sarena, wait!” His growl echoed behind her as she hopped down from the truck.

She slammed the door and paused, taking a deep breath.

The sight that greeted her left her stomach feeling uneasy. Two police patrol cars were parked in her driveway and street. Their blue and red lights lit up the road. A few neighbors stood on their porches, observing the scene.

Marcas arrived at her side and gripped her to him. “Let me go over and talk with them,” he murmured against her head.

“No. It’s my house. I want to come, too.” She flicked her eyes to his. “I’m sure it was nothing. The alarm probably scared off whoever tried to get in.”

The explanation left a bad taste in her mouth. She prayed that she was right. Their neighborhood was a safe one with little crime. It was one of the few neighborhoods that Harden had given his approval of when she’d bought the house.

“Come on.” Marcas linked their fingers together and tugged her behind him. They walked across the yard. He pulled his wallet out from behind him and brandished his badge upon approaching the officers as they came out the front door of her home. “Good evening, Officers.”

“Sergeant, how are you?” The first one down the stairs met them in the driveway.

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