What do I do? If he comes after Kenton, what am I supposed to do?

She exhaled. Dammit, she needed to see him.

The smell hit her, acrid and harsh, filling her nostrils. A smell she knew all too well.

Lora jumped from her bed in an instant and ran to the window. Her fingers fumbled as she struggled to open the lock, then she shoved up the glass pane.

Smoke and fire surrounded her house. A line of flames circled the house and licked at the wood, rising quickly up the side.

How much heat can you handle?

He’d come after her.

She whirled away, grabbed the thick covers off her bed, and ran for the stairs.

When he left the station, Kenton knew exactly where he was headed, and he couldn’t get there fast enough.

He wanted Lora. He wanted to see her and touch her. He wanted her in his bed.

After Phoenix’s threat—and dealing with the captain’s bullshit—Kenton needed to see her, just to make certain she was all right, because there was a knot in his gut, had been all night.

He’d just take a quick look. Just go by her house to make sure she was safe.

Hell, I’m worse than a kid. Some lovesick, desperate teenager.

But he was still going by her house.

He turned the corner leading to the white house at 209 Maple, and his heart stopped.

Greedy, thick flames engulfed her house. Rising up, higher…

His foot shoved on the brake, and he was out of the SUV, running toward her house, in seconds. “Lora!”

Blue lights flashed. The cop was there, too, radioing for help.

Where the hell was Lora? His head whipped to the left, to the right.

Christ. In the house.

Kenton raced forward. “Lora!”

A tumble of white flew across the flames, jumping, spinning, hitting the ground, and then rolling hard.

Fire ate at the fabric, and Lora shoved out of—what? Bedcovers? She heaved them back, then slammed the covers against the ground, pounding out the flickering fire.

“Lora.” He grabbed her, hauling her close, and his hands wrapped around her bare arms. She only wore a tight T-shirt and an old pair of shorts. So much delicate, unprotected skin—she could have burned.

But she pushed at him. “We’ve got to get back, the fire—” They stumbled back. The scent of smoke hit him and the crackle of the flames filled his ears

He caught her hands and pulled her with him. In the distance, more sirens screamed.

“Are you hurt?” Kenton demanded.

“I wasn’t asleep.” Her face tilted back to stare up at him. “I smelled the smoke.”

He’d come after her. That bastard had come for Lora.

Kenton turned on the cop. “Where the f**k were you?”

The uniform backed up a step and slammed into the side of his car. “C-circling. Some kid r-ran a stop sign. I–I stopped him—”

And that a**hole had slipped right up to Lora’s house.

“I’m not watching it burn.” She wrenched free. “Stay here.”

What? Oh, hell, no.

But she was running, long legs gleaming, as she streaked around the house. The yellow fire was rising higher, and thick, black smoke drifted into the air.

He took off after her.

She yanked out a hose, wrenched the nozzle, and let a powerful spray of water hit the house. The burst of water knocked back the flames a bit, but didn’t put out the fire.

More sirens screamed, louder now and closer.

Coming fast because the teams racing to the scene had to know they were coming for one of their own.

The fire flared higher, and the scent of gasoline burned his nose. “Lora, come on, we need to get back—”

The hose wasn’t working, she had to see that. He wasn’t going to risk her. With all that bare skin, she’d be hurt, too easy, too fast.

She looked at him, her eyes wide and big. “This is my home. He came after my home.”

No, sweetheart, he came after you.

Kenton pulled the hose from her hand. “Come on…”

It was too hot there. The heat burned against his skin.

Lora’s shoulders dropped as she watched the fire. If she’d been asleep… if those cops had been a little slower…

His jaw clenched. It wouldn’t have mattered. I would have gone in and dragged her out. No f**king way I would have left her for the fire.

They hurried back to the front of the house. A few of her neighbors were out, watching in their robes, their wide eyes on the burning house.

Tell me, Lora, how much heat can you handle?

Kenton was going to rip the bastard apart.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Lora’s shoulders.

“Kent—”

He kissed her because he needed her. Fire burns so fast. His mouth took hers, crushing her lips.

She moaned low in her throat, a husky little sound that tested his control. Her mouth opened wider, and her tongue slipped past his lips.

I could have lost her. But she was in his arms now, held tight. Not ripped away.

Not like before. She’s safe. His lips pressed harder against her mouth because the fear churning in his gut was all too real.

“Kenton! Dammit, Kenton, what the hell happened?”

His head snapped to the right. Jon was there, running toward him. A fire truck parked crookedly behind him, and the men scrambled down, yanking out hoses. Coming for Lora.

She tried to pull away from him, but Kenton clamped his hand around her wrist and held tight.

“Gasoline,” Lora said, her voice shaking a bit. “I smelled it…” She took a deep breath. “He poured it all around the house, then started the fire.”

But she’d gotten out and saved herself.

Because his Lora was one fine woman. Strong. Smart. Not afraid of the fire.

“Lora!” A hulking firefighter covered by his brown coat raced toward her. “You all right?” His eyes darted from Kenton, to her, and to the hand that Kenton wasn’t about to free.

“I’m fine, Tony.” Her chin came up. Always did. “I got out before…” She glanced back.

The firefighters were working on her house. Water shot at the flames, hard and heavy.

Smoke billowed.

Voices raged.

She shook her head. “That a**hole is gonna pay.”

“Sure as shit is.” Garrison’s voice. He stalked toward them, his eyes slits as he glared at Kenton and Jon. “This the way you handle your cases? You put my people in harm’s way?” Garrison spat on the ground.

Kenton’s jaw clenched.

But Lora snapped back, “It’s not his fault. You want to blame someone? Blame the guy who started this. My home. He came at me, the bastard came at me.” Rage was heavy in her voice, not fear.

Others would have feared.

She should have feared, but she was too furious to be afraid.

Kenton understood because the same fury had his body tensing.

Garrison stepped forward, his gaze sweeping her. “You okay?” Softer. Worried.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “I’m not…” A deep breath. “I’m not hurt.”

The chief’s eyes narrowed. “Not physically.”

The guy knew her well.

“I’m okay,” she told him again, and Kenton didn’t believe her either.

Garrison’s gaze held hers a little longer, then he gave a grudging nod before he stormed away, yelling orders to his team.

“You didn’t see anything?” Jon turned on the cop.

The guy shook his head. “J-just the fire.”

The fire that was sputtering out now. They’d save the house. It would need work—a lot—but they’d save the house. Kenton owed those firefighters. Lora’s house. He knew she loved that place.

His gaze slipped to her. “You didn’t see him either?” Kenton asked Lora, his thumb brushing over the inside of her wrist. Her pulse pounded fast there, racing beneath his touch.

Her lips twisted. “I only saw the fire.”

“To come right up here and light her place, with the cops in the area…” Jon whistled. “The bastard’s got balls.”

Not for long. “What are you doing here?” Kenton asked him, brows pulling low. “I thought you and Monica were heading back to the hotel.”

Jon looked at Lora. “I was worried. Just like you. I wanted to make sure all was quiet in Spade’s world.”

But all hadn’t been quiet.

Lora laughed. A startled, hard chuckle. “Then I’m glad I’ve got two obsessive agents worrying about me.” She shot a glance toward the smoke. “If I’d been asleep, at least I know you would have been there for me. Gotten me out.”

Hell, yeah.

“Lora?”

They all turned at the call, and Kenton saw Seth MacIntyre jump out of the county arson truck. Seth hurried toward them. He winced a bit as he walked, favoring his leg. “I… heard… on the radio.” His gait picked up as he rushed toward her. His hand lifted as if he’d reach for her and hug her the way the others had, but then he shifted his stance and pulled back.

“Get your men working this arson right now,” Kenton told him and kept his hand on Lora’s back.

Seth nodded in fast agreement. “I’ll be with them, every step.” His gaze dipped back to Lora. “Are you going back to the firehouse? I can let you know what I find—”

“We’re staying until the scene is secure.” Because he knew that with an arson scene, the faster you processed evidence, the better chance you had of finding clues. The fire hadn’t gotten out of control. This time, they’d caught it early.

And maybe they’d find some clues.

Kenton hoped the perp had made a mistake. The cops were already interviewing Lora’s neighbors, looking for someone who might have seen something.

Like the truck that Bob had described.

Or an a**hole in a baseball cap.

Seth shoved a hand through his hair, wrecking the smooth style. “I’ll search every inch of the scene and interview every responder here.” His eyes were still on Lora. “I’m… sorry.”

Now that had her looking away from the flames.

“You were right.” Seth’s lips tightened. “I should have listened to you sooner. Maybe if I had… shit, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

Kenton expected her to shoot back with a “Damn straight” but she just nodded and said, “Yes.”

“We’re gonna catch him, Lora,” Seth promised. “Carter…” His hands clenched into fists.

Kenton heard the echo of pain in that name and felt Lora stiffen.

“Carter’s gonna get his justice,” Seth said.

“All the victims deserve justice.” Kenton pushed Lora forward. He wanted her checked out by the EMTs. “And the perp starting the fires will get exactly what he deserves.” He’d make sure of it.

The SSD wouldn’t be leaving Charlottesville until they’d apprehended their serial. Since the unit had opened, no perp had gotten away from them.

Phoenix damn well wouldn’t be the first.

He waved to the closest EMT, motioning the guy over.

“No, Kenton,” Lora protested, “I’m fine, I don’t need…”

He brushed his lips over hers. Screw anyone watching. “Get checked, for me.”

She swallowed. “F-fine.”

When he was certain that she was secure, Kenton turned and surveyed the scene. Not just Lora’s yard, but the street, all the houses, every hiding spot he could see.

Jon strode to his side.

“You’ve watched before,” Kenton said. “But you didn’t see the guy here.” And if Jon hadn’t seen him, that meant the perp hadn’t come in close, then. He’d stayed back and probably watched through binoculars as he cased the street. Kenton ran a hand through his hair. “But this time, he had to get close to watch before he set the fire. A patrol was circling, so he would’ve needed a place to hide, a real close spot, while he waited for the cops to leave.”

Kenton’s gaze drifted over the area. There were a few hiding spots that caught his eye. The thick patch of trees to the right. The shadows near the garage on the left. “Where would you hide?” Kenton asked Jon because he knew Jon would find the best spot, the one that would provide a perfect view and the most protection.

“That’s where I hid before.” Jon pointed to the twisting trees.

They took off together, hurrying forward. Jon shone the flashlight on the ground as they tracked.

“Sonofabitch.” Kenton’s breath rushed out when he saw the match. One lone match had been snapped in half and tossed onto the ground. “Let’s get that in to the crime scene guys. Maybe the bastard left us some DNA.” A long shot, because this killer was very organized.

But Phoenix didn’t usually have to worry about leaving prints behind at the fire scenes. The flames destroyed the evidence.

Kenton stared down at that match. Maybe rage had made the perp sloppy. Maybe he’d made one dumb mistake.

If he had screwed up, then… we’ve got you, Phoenix.

They didn’t speak during the ride back to Kenton’s hotel. Lora knew that she could have stayed at the fire station, but the simple truth was that she’d wanted to be with Kenton.

She climbed out of his SUV, still in her bare feet, and wearing a slightly singed T-shirt and skimpy shorts. A man shuffled down the walkway, an ice bucket in his hand.

He stopped and whistled when he saw her.

Just what she wanted. Her eyes narrowed. “Hey, jerk—”

“Fuck off,” Kenton snapped.

Then Kenton was there, catching her hand, pulling her inside room 106 and kicking the door shut behind them.