Page 51 of Her Intense Protector

“Leo,” Eden said sharply. “Tell us what you’ve found out from Martin. We need to know it’s safe for her to go back to her apartment.”

“Absolutely right,” Ezio agreed.

Leo gave Samantha a soft look. “The Wig Casino was new to them, so this is a big score for the Vice squad. But they’ve been on the lookout for the floating poker game for months. This thing has been held all over Virginia Beach. Greg and Phil talked to the Vice Squad last night and Martin said that they were able to pick out two of the guys out of the mugshot book. So, we’re cooking with gas.”

“They went to the police department last night?” Samantha asked.

“Yes,” Asher answered. “We called Leo who conferenced us into Martin. He met us at the precinct. They didn’t get out of there until about ten o’clock this morning.”

“Do I have to go?” she asked Leo.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, Martin told me the Vice Detectives want to talk to you, too.”

“Is she going to get into any trouble?” Ezio asked as he put his arm more securely around Samantha. She liked that, it made her feel protected.

“No, if Phil and Greg didn’t you can be damn sure that Samantha won’t,” Leo said with an easy smile.

“When does she need to go in?” Ezio asked.

“Uhm-um,” Samantha cleared her throat. Ezio looked down at her and his high cheekbones took on a red tint.

Good.

“Yes, Leo, what time do I need to go in?” Samantha asked sweetly.

“Martin said today or tomorrow.”

“I vote for today; the sooner these men are apprehended, the sooner I can get back to my apartment.”

“You’re welcome to stay at my place—” Leo started.

“She’s staying here,” Ezio growled.

“Calm down, man, he’s fucking with you,” Asher drawled.

“You guys are out of your ever-loving minds. There is just too much testosterone in this room. Sam, I don’t know about you, but I’m thirsty. Wanna follow me into the kitchen?”

“You know, you can just say you need to go and talk about us,” Ezio said as Sam got up off of the couch.

“Hey, Ezio,” she looked down at him.

“Yeah,” he looked up at her with a big grin.

“Eden and I are going to go into your kitchen to talk about you guys. If it turns out we like any of you, we might get you something to drink.”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything, I should get a drink,” Asher protested.

“You’re friends with these two, so you’re on probation,” Eden waved over her shoulder as she followed Sam into the kitchen.

“Okay, spill it,” Eden said as soon as she had Samantha alone. You two are as cozy as two swans.”

“Huh?”

“They’re pretty, and once they find their mate, they’re all over one another and don’t leave each other’s side.”

“Eden, you know the weirdest trivia.”

Eden held out her hand, palm up. “Scoopage please.”