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“Are you worried?” Chance asked.

“About Beatrice? Yes.”

“About everything,” he responded.

Stella turned away, not wanting to look into his beautiful eyes. She knew what she’d see there. The same compassion and understanding she saw when he was questioning clients or reassuring a victim. He had a way of making people open up to him.

She didn’t like opening up to anyone. She didn’t like feeling vulnerable. She hated being on the receiving end of pity.

“You need to trust me to handle things the way they need to be handled,” Chance said. “You’re not the only one who’s worried. I don’t want to see anything happen to you or your grandmother, and I can’t do my job effectively with one hand tied behind my back.”

“I’m not tying anything. I’m setting boundaries.”

“Boundaries that are going to get you killed.”