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“What’s his name?”
“John Thomas, after my father. We call him JT.”
“A great name. What’s yours?” Alexia continued prodding her with questions to keep her mind off the worst and keep her talking in case of head trauma.
The noise of rescue vehicles sounded in the distance.
Bryson unearthed a pacifier and expertly popped it into the baby’s mouth. He quieted instantly, the object moving as he sucked. He carefully tucked Alexia’s coat more securely around the baby and patted his back.
Alexia studied him. Who was this man? A big-muscled special operator who knew his way around children? God, that was hot as hell.
And she was in love.
Her mind stalled over that thought. It was just a figure of speech. In this case, a thought. She wasn’treallyconnecting that word to Bryson. They were only having a fling while getting through some rough moments like this. And finding that body in the woods.
They may have experienced plenty to bond over in the past few days, and this was yet another thing, but her feelings were just the result of being in close contact with Bryson. They weren’treal.
The baby began to fuss again. He laid his big hand on its small back and began to pat it gently.
The gesture tugged at Alexia’s insides. He’d make a great dad.
She wasn’t a bit maternal. She’d never considered having kids at all.
Until this very instant as she watched Bryson.
ChapterSixteen
More questioning. Statements to give. The mother and child were bundled into the ambulance together and driven to the nearest hospital while the tow truck arrived on the scene to take care of the wrecked car.
Alexia stood a few feet away from Tripp, conveying what happened by gesturing and pointing.
The woman was goddamn amazing. So quick on her feet. Her ability to interact with people was admirable. Now he really understood why these cold cases were placed in her hands.
She glanced over, caught his stare and didn’t look away. His heart gave a little thump against his ribs as if telling him to go to her—close the distance between them and scoop her up into his arms. As strong as she was, she might need soothing too.
And he was just the man to do it.
The tow truck driver finished, and Bryson made certain he knew where to take the vehicle. Then he stood around waiting for Alexia to wrap up with the cops.
Good thing it wasn’t the same detective who questioned Tripp. If the guy had shown up with that snotty, accusatory attitude again, Tripp couldn’t be responsible for his actions.
He took out his phone and dialed Rafe. The call went to voicemail, so he called the next guy in line.
“Guns.” Tripp was staring at Alexia but his buddy’s voice transported him to the base and his team.
“Hey, asshole. I hear you’re going through it right now. Rafe told us about the cops questioning you.”
“It’s gotten worse. Alexia and I were on our way out of town when a person wrecked right in front of us.”
“Hell. Is everyone okay?”
“Looks like a happy ending, but the victims were taken by ambulance. Now we’re dealing with the police report since we were first on the scene.”
“It’s like you’re a goddamn hero or something, Tripp.”
The sarcasm in Guns’s tone brought a chuckle to his lips. “It’s all in the training.”
“I got the same training as you, asshole.”
