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Liam and Carter rise and leave, but Dallas remains sitting with his phone in his hand.

“You got anything about our issue?” I ask as soon as the door shuts.

“Wes found his info. Wants to know if he should dig deeper or tail him. I wasn’t sure how deep you wanted to go. I know what I’d do if it were me.”

I rub my hands through my hair while I think it over. I don’t want to betray Ivy’s trust, but I need to know if this fucker means to cause more issues for her.

“What would you do?” I ask.

“It’s not a question. There’s no depth I wouldn’t go for my woman. When I settle down, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure her safety. When she’s mine, she’s fucking mine.”

He’s not wrong. If there is even a small chance that I could prevent Ivy’s pain or fear, I need to take it.

“Make it happen. And send me the info you have.”

Dallas nods before leaving my office.

I spend the rest of the morning sifting through emails before attending a meeting with our CFO and Carter to go over numbers, growth, projections, and plans. While I was gone, Dallas surprisingly stayed out of Blaire’s way and allowed her to move forward with the installation of a bar downstairs. The company she chose creates custom pieces and the mock-ups look great. She’s got great ideas and will do good things here.

I walk back into my office and shut the door behind me before pulling out a protein shake from my mini fridge when it hits me.

Fuck. I wonder if there’s food in the house for Ivy to eat lunch.

I sit down in my chair before pulling my phone from my pocket and opening up my texts with Liam.

Me: Hey man, Can you find out if Hannah has that teenager working deliveries right now?”

Liam: Give me a min

I toss back my shake while waiting for a reply. I hope she’s having a good day. I hope she’s relaxed while alone in my space. I wanted to stay with her. The last few days it’s been so easy to give her all of my focus.

Liam: Yeah what do you need?

Awesome. Hope she likes breakfast for lunch.

Me: A dozen apple cinnamon muffins, coffee with milk, sugar, and a sprinkle of cinnamon and a cake pop.

Liam: A cake pop? Really? She’s not three.

Me: Everyone likes cake pops, fucker. Who doesn’t like cake pops?

Liam: Whatever. Han’s taking care of it.

Me: Thanks

Lunch handled, I redirect my focus on work.

About thirty minutes later my phone chimes with incoming text messages. Ivy’s gorgeous face stares back at me as she holds a muffin to her mouth mid-bite. Her face is bare of makeup and her hair is piled on the top of her head in some type of twisty, messy bun.

I rub my fingers over her pretty face.

Ivy: Was a dozen necessary? Thank you. I missed these.

Me: More than you missed me?

Fuck. I know I’m playing with fire here. But damn if I don’t want to hear it.

Ivy: Maybe? They’re delicious and they make me so happy.