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“You’re very unhelpful.”
I glanced at her with a raised brow. “You said you could handle the job.”
Her eyes flashed. “Icanhandle it.”
“Then do it.” I smiled at her as I tucked the trays and cake inside the bag with the rolls on top then grabbed the handles. “See ya tomorrow.”
Before someone else could ask me to put out a fire, make a decision, or call out, for fuck’s sake, I rushed out the back door to where my truck was parked. I checked my phone with one eye open.
Luckily, there was only one message from Jared.
Jared
You better not be making an excuse not to come tonight.
I’m actually just getting in my truck. Need anything?
Jared
Can you raid your ice machine?
I glanced at the cooler beside me full of beverages and three bags of ice.
Already done.
Jared
Then just yourself. Gotta go—the guys are already arriving. Hurry up.
I shook my head and tossed my phone into the console then started up my truck. Gavin Rossdale blasted out of my speakers as I rolled out and escaped through the delivery entrance. It was barely four p.m. and the sky was already streaked with pink as darkness crept over the lake.
The air was always cold off the water, but for mid-December, it was surprisingly temperate.
I wasn’t complaining. We’d already gotten a butt ton of snow in November and snow was in the forecast more than it wasn’t this time of year, thanks to lake effect. Right now, everything was nice and clear, which allowed me to enjoy a nice Sunday drive around the lake to my brother’s house.
It wasn’t far from my place so I couldn’t overthink the little person I had to face. And yet, I still was.
How could a baby be so small when he’d cooked for extra time inside of Gina?
My steering wheel squeaked under my grip.
“Re-fucking-lax,” I muttered to myself.
As I approached their extended drive, I saw three vehicles had arrived beyond my brother’s Jeep and Gina’s brand new SUV. A big beast of a black truck had pulled in just before me.
One of my brother’s officers stepped out. Christian Masterson—quiet dude. I didn’t know him very well. He tended to keep to himself from what I remembered.
He slammed his door and hustled around to the other side of the truck and opened the door. The dome light didn’t give me much to work with, but a halo of wild blond hair whipped up on the light breeze off the water.
Was that a smile on Christian’s face? Did he know how to do that?
He helped the woman out of the truck and my eyebrows shot up. I’d seen her somewhere...
“Oh, shit.”
Brady’s little sister. I didn’t make it into the bullpen that often over at the CCPD, but I was pretty sure it was Honey McNeill. She was also one of the new Dispatchers.
I averted my eyes when Christian went in for a rocking lip lock.
