The van rumbled up to the curb in record time. Jesse thrust his handsome face out the window. His eyes were dark with shadows as he looked her over rather anxiously. The drift of those gorgeous eyes had her stomach flipping when she didn’t want to feel anything but relief.

Saber stood up slowly, a little shakily, and dusted off the seat of her jeans, allowing herself time to recover.

“Saber,” he growled, cold steel very much in evidence.

She hopped in, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on his shadowed jaw. “Thanks, Jesse, what would I do without you?”

The van didn’t move, so she made a slight face at him and, under his watchful gaze, she snapped her safety belt around her.

“Let’s not find out.” Velvet over steel. He said the words in exasperation, his glittering eyes sweeping her small, slender figure possessively, assuring himself she wasn’t hurt. “What happened this time, baby? Someone convince you these little warehouses are death traps and you decided to commit a little arson?”

“Of course not,” she denied, but she studied the buildings with a prejudiced eye as they drove by. “Although now that you mention it, someone should probably look into the problem.”

Jess groaned his annoyance. “So what happened, angel face?”

She shrugged with casual disdain. “My date dumped me off after a little tiff.”

“I can imagine,” Jess said, but something dark and dangerous began to smolder in the depths of his eyes. “What did you do? Suggest stealing someone’s chairs from their porch? A raid on the YMCA? What was it this time?”