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“Tomorrow when you meet with the lawyer.” I yawned hard halfway through the comment. “Make sure you mention these things to him.”
“I will,” Delanie murmured.
“I will, too,” Booth said. “Rowen is sure about these two?”
Rowen was a lawyer in town. But since this was a type of law that she didn’t normally deal with, she’d suggested a friend that had recently moved to Dallas. Dillan, Booth, and Delanie would all be going while I got some of my hours in at the gym that were required of me to stay on the SWAT team that I might or might not have become a bit lax about lately. Then, when it was time for Asa to get out of school, I’d be picking him up and taking him to see a movie he’d been begging to go watch.
“We’ll figure this out,” Delanie sighed as she came back into the room sans Asa. “In the meantime, I’m dead on my feet. Let’s reconvene tomorrow on the way to Dallas. We have plenty of time to go over it then.”
Dillan and Booth stood up, but Dillan snapped her fingers. “Can I borrow that top of yours that you said was a bit too tight? I want to wear it underneath this new flowy maternity top I got last week.”
Delanie shrugged. “It’s in the bottom of Bourne’s closet, next to his boots. I have a small pile of things that aren’t fitting so well lately.” She paused and looked at me. “We need to stop going out to eat.”
My lips twitched. “It’s not my fault.”
“It’s so your fault when you bring the food home and expect me to have the self-control not to eat it.”
I grinned wickedly and watched out of the corner of my eye as Dillan grabbed her purse and started walking toward my bedroom.
I didn’t think anything of her taking her bag into my bedroom until twenty minutes later when Delanie threw back the covers and a three-foot-long dildo lay in our bed where the covers once were.
Delanie, not caring at all at the appearance of the dick that she and her sister passed around, picked it up and tossed it on the floor.
The squeaker that Dillan had deposited in it made an odd airy bleeping sound as it hit and rolled.
“Does Asa ever see this?” I asked curiously as I threw off the decorative pillows that Delanie had insisted now be on my bed.
“No.” She paused. “At least, I don’t think so. Remind me to pick that up in the morning.”
Laughing as I got into bed, I didn’t wait for her to get all the way in before I pulled her toward me and then even farther underneath of me.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
“You okay after today?” I asked softly.
She raised a brow at me. “You mean, are you okay?”
I shrugged. “I think it scared you. What could happen to me.”
She placed both of her hands on either side of my face and said, “Of course it scared me, what happened to you. But what happened to Jason wasn’t normal. Somebody threw a Molotov cocktail at his car. That doesn’t happen every day.”
“They have a lead on that, by the way,” I murmured, smoothing the hair back from her face. I got a call a couple of minutes before I got home. “A kid saw it happen. Some thirteen-year-old. They said it was some white Rolls Royce. Fancy car for that neighborhood. Cut him off and caused Jason to slam into the guardrail. And then, while he was distracted, they threw the bottle at his car.”
Her face went sad.
“And the seat belt malfunctioned,” she said.
The seat belt had malfunctioned.
It was later found out that the seat belt had never unattached, and Jason had been halfway through cutting the belt when the Molotov cocktail had caught the gas that was leaking from his truck on fire and caused the entire thing to blow up.
It was at this point that everyone decided that it was due to the case that Jason was working—an undercover one that he’d been working with a joint task force with a few other surrounding law enforcement agencies—that had found out he was an undercover cop.
It was likely, though, that we’d never have answers.
“Your job scares me,” she said as she ran the back of her fingers over my bearded jaw. “But what scares me more is the fact that you aren’t scared. A little nervousness I think goes a long way in how you protect yourself.”
The kiss that I intended to be a slow caress of my mouth against hers turned carnal when she pushed up against me.
I grinned against her mouth. “You want me, Delanie?”
She laughed then, the vibration against the smooth skin of my lips. “Of course, I want you. I always want you.”
