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between the chair next to her and disappearing into the living room. Each time he left the room, she let out a breath of relief. Not because she wanted him gone but because having him so close and not touching him made her nuts.
    “We sure he’s home?” Shane stared at the green house on the quiet tree-lined Annapolis street.
    “The house always looks like this.”
    “Empty?”
    Makena couldn’t exactly argue with Shane’s point. The small house consisted of two floors. Had sort of a cozy dollhouse feel to it. Not what she’d expected the first time she met Tyler Cowls, retired navy guy and the owner of the
Wall of Dishonor
website. The bottom floor had a family room at the front and kitchen at the back, with a small room in between that Tyler used as a bedroom.
    Upstairs housed the website office. An open space filled with files, computers and boxes. The neighbors would never know what happened inside from looking at the cute space with the white curtains.
    “He’s a secretive guy.” They watched from across the street and down a few houses. Shane had insisted they approach with caution after she’d called Tyler’s unlisted number and hadn’t gotten an answer, something that never happened with Tyler. He was on call all the time.
    Shane raised a small lens and looked through it. “I wonder if Jeff Horvath knows where Tyler lives.”
    She wondered how Shane would like to swallow that lens. “I’ve already admitted I messed up with Horvath.”
    Shane dropped the glass and stared at her. “I know. That wasn’t a shot.”
    Yeah, right.
“Are you sure?”
    Standing there made her twitchy. She wanted to argue with Shane and get him to open up about last night, to admit the kiss had meant something to him. But that line of conversation only led to heartache, and she needed clear focus now.
    Talking to Tyler might help. Clearing this up and finding out if he’d been threatened could give them a lead to follow.
    Shane grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “Hold up.”
    “Do you see something?” If so, that made one of them.
    “Nothing.”
    “Okay, you lost me.” Not for the first time and she doubted it would be the last, but it would be nice to have some idea what drove him.
    “No movement at all.” Shane glanced up and down the street. “You said he works from home and rarely leaves, yet there’s no car in the driveway or out front. No shadows or signs of life in the house.”
    “He didn’t answer my calls, either.” Dread fell over her. Either Shane’s question-everything personality had rubbed off on her or something was wrong. She hoped for the former. “We should go in.”
    “Me.” He pointed at her. “You wait here and be ready to call nine-one-one.”
    She let Shane take two steps before delivering the news. “Tyler will never let you in. He doesn’t trust anyone.”
    “Sounds like a nice guy.” Shane took out his gun. “I’ll depend on this to convince him.”
    “You think he doesn’t have his own weapon?” With any other guy that might work, but Tyler would shoot first and not care enough to ask any questions later.
    He suffered from a serious case of paranoia. He assumed most people lied. After serving in the navy and returning from Iraq with an injury, he believed in service and country and not much more. Getting him to trust her had taken a long time and many hours of drinking coffee at the shop near where she worked.
    Shane swore under his breath. “Fine, but you follow my lead. We’re also going to have a talk about your friends at some point.”
    Because that wasn’t annoying or anything. “You want to be in charge of picking those, too?”
    He actually smiled. “I probably shouldn’t answer that.”
    She decided he was joking, or pretended he was, and started across the street at his side. They approached the house from the left with Shane constantly scanning the area. He didn’t talk, but his intensity vibrated around them. By the time they got to the front