Savannah wasn’t surprised that Ethan’s front door used a fingerprint scanner—security was practically his middle name. But when her fingerprint unlocked the door, her brow lifted in genuine surprise. She stepped inside the sleek entryway, her arms crossed as she glanced back at him.
“You saved my fingerprint?” she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
Ethan smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You’re surprised? In our line of work, getting your print was child’s play. I’ve had it stored for months—just in case you ever needed a safe house.”
Savannah shook her head, her lips twitching into a small smile despite herself. She didn’t ask more questions. Trusting Ethan wasn’t the issue, and she knew how meticulous he was about contingencies. Still, she made a mental note to en
