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They both turned their attention to the door when a knock sounded.
Now what? Another brother to cry on her shoulder?
She shook her head when she heard her brother gulp his beer as she walked to the door. Her heart jumped out of her chest and her eyes widened when she stared back at the woman standing in front of her.
Genevieve didn’t know her name, but she knew her. She had broken up the bar fight. Which meant she knew Corey.
“Detective Gabriella Stileano.” She tossed her head to the man next to her as she flashed her badge. “Detective Jaxson Brandt. We’d like to come in and have a chat.”
She barely nodded, and her bottom lip betrayed her by wobbling. But nope. She would not cry when they put handcuffs on her. Especially in front of her brother. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Nothing, uh? What the hell, ‘Vieve?” Brock set his beer on the counter. Hard.
The detectives stepped inside and she shut the door.
She was still holding her beer, unsure of what to do with it. Chug it? Throw it? Set it down? Hide behind it?
“Who are you?” Detective Stileano asked. There were no pleasantries in her tone of voice. Why would there be? She was about to arrest a kidnapper.
“Brock Carlton. Genevieve is my sister. What’s this about?”
“Hey, Brock. Why don’t you go home and we’ll watch that movie another time? I got this.”
His brows lowered as he pinned her with a brotherly look that said she wasn’t fooling him.
“You have no record. I’ll give you credit for that. You have balls for what you did while I was there. I’ll give you credit for that.” Detective Stileano took a step closer, her eyes narrowed, her fists clenched. “You hurt my friends—my fiancé—so I’m going to hurt you for that.”
Fiancé?
She was engaged to Corey?
She hadn’t seen that one coming.
“I need someone to tell me what’s going on here,” Brock said with a firmer tone, looking directly at her to spill the beans.
Detective Brandt put a hand out and pushed his partner back some. Then he looked at Brock. “Your sister kidnapped a baby today.”
“Excuse me? What?” Brock started laughing. “You obviously got the wrong person here. Genevieve would never do something like that.”
She wanted to groan and slowly back away. Slink into a tiny hole and disappear. Pretend the day never happened.
When no one said anything—even her to dispute it—he stopped laughing.
“Genevieve?”
Her bottom lip wobbled again.
“What the hell did you do?”
“It was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it, and she’s safe with her father again. I didn’t mean it.” She inhaled to keep the tears at bay. “I swear I didn’t.”
“A baby.” Brock shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
“Melanie’s baby. Amelie,” she whispered and left it at that.
“Oh, ‘Vieve.” He sighed and moved until he could wrap his arms around her.
While she knew he was pissed at her for doing something so dumb, she knew he also understood why she had.
