They walked through another door and turned into a narrow, windowless corridor with an elevator on each side. Casey unlocked one using a key, and they took it up to the third floor. It opened right into the reception area of an office.

The secretary, Annas, looked up, and Jennifer growled. “Hello, Casey,” she said in a soft smooth voice. “Gray.”

“Annas.” Casey gave her a nod.

“Hello, Annas,” Gray said and crossed to one of the comfortable looking sofas to take a seat.

Jena despised the attractive woman whose eyes held a hint of curiosity as they studied her.

“Jorja is in a meeting, but I’ll let her know you’re here,” Annas said and picked up the phone.

“Casey, can you wait here? I need to speak to Jorja alone,” Jena said quietly, taking her eyes from Annas.

The door was jerked open and Simona strode out, her personal guard pushing away from the wall he’d been holding up near it.

“Jorja,” Annas said from behind Jena. “I’m sorry. I told her to wait.”

“It’s okay, Annas. Jena always has access unless I tell you otherwise,” Jorja said looking around her. “Tell Casey to give us a few minutes.”

“Right.” Annas backed out and closed the door.

Jorja curved her arms around Jena. “Are you okay?”

Jena pushed out a sigh. “I’m fine. Who was that?”

“Kinsey’s aunt,” Jorja told her.

“Is Kinsey okay?”

“Fine,” Jorja replied. “What’s up?”

Jena told Jorja what happened at the shop as a way putting off what she had to say.

Jorja cursed and led her to one of the chairs in the lounge area of her office. She sat and pulled Jena onto her lap. “Don’t let her rattle you, dahlin’,” Jorja warned gently. “You look very pretty in that dress. I hope you had me in mind when you bought it.”

Jena smiled. “Thanks. I just bought it for our lunch date.”

“I guess I forgot you’d need to do some shopping, but I do like it.”

“I have a hair appointment later.”

“You’re cutting your hair?” Jorja asked with a frown.

“I won’t cut much since you like it,” she murmured and kissed her cheek.

“What else is on your mind?” she asked. “You seem to be trying hard not to say something.”

“Jorja, the guard downstairs smells like one of the guys that attacked me the day I was killed.”

“Are you sure?” Jorja demanded.

She nodded. “He smells like humans, too, Detective Eames, specifically.” Eames had been Detective Grant’s partner before he’d lost his job.

He’d been dogmatic and even a little cruel to her when he and Grant had been investigating a murder Jena had committed in self-defense. She didn’t know why the man had gotten fired though.

“Interesting,” Jorja remarked.

“He could be working with the bears and the police,” Jena said. “You have to fire him.”

“I could have him removed.”

“Killed.”

“I said removed, Jena, not put down like a rabid dog,” Jorja said, eyes dancing with humor.

Jena loved that wicked sense of humor as much as the sexiness, but the talk of death made her wince. “Can you not kill him?”

“I don’t have any reason to right now,” Jorja answered. “But with the feds putting me on their list of mobsters to watch, I’ll have to eventually if he pushes hard enough.”

“You know?”

“Yes.” Jorja shrugged. “The feds and Grant will try many things to get you to talk, to plant bugs, or even cameras for them. Do anything but betray me, Jena,” Jorja said softly. “I’ll forgive you anything but that.”

Jena leaned into her, lips only inches from Jorja’s. “Take care of my heart, Jorja, and I’ll never betray you.”

“Then, I’ll be untouchable,” Jorja said and kissed her again and Jena moaned softly, agreeing silently.