Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
He loves me almost as much as I love him and his mother.
As I offer Mason more of his bottle, Macy’s phone rings. She glances at the screen, frowns, and then enters the primary bedroom to take her call in private. I only catch fragments of her conversation since Mason’s gulps are loud, but the parts I hear disclose a snippet of worry in her words.
Though the urge to fret over her hasn’t weakened a smidge since the minute we reached the hospital, I keep my ass planted in my seat. Macy is a damn good agent, but she is an even better mother and partner. I trust that she’d never put herself in a situation that would risk her losing those titles, which means I also trust that she’ll ask for help if she needs it.
I play it cool when Macy returns to the living room. It is a fucking hard feat. Though her face is composed, her eyes show trouble.
She bobs down to kiss Mason’s milk-dotted cheek before she brushes her mouth against mine. “Love you, boys. See you soon.”
“Be careful,” I plead before demanding another sample of her lip gloss with an arrogant grunt.
She rolls her eyes, faking annoyance of my arrogance. It is all a lie. She loves my cockiness. It is on par with my admiration of her strength.
Only two months ago, she was on her deathbed. Now, she’s about to lead an undercover operative.
Fuck, my girl is strong.
The reminder drags our kiss up the scale from child approved to an X rating.
Once my mouth is sticky with enough cherry sheen to last me a few hours, I inch back. Macy groans like she’s seconds from tossing in the towel on this assignment. She won’t, but it’s nice to know she gets as caught up in our kisses as I do.
I conceal my smirk and nod toward the entryway. “I love you. Now scoot. The sooner you get out there, the quicker you’ll be home.”
She smiles like she’s not heard my first three words a trillion times over the past six weeks, returns my declaration, then heads for the door.
I wait for the latch to click into place before I put Mason back into his bassinet. He’s not sleeping through the night yet, but he’ll be out cold for a solid two to four hours. That gives me plenty of time to assist Macy.
As I scan the last face of a diner eating at the five-star restaurant downstairs into ViCAP, a voice echoes from the entryway of our suite. Our suite is a pompous, multiroom penthouse that takes up an entire floor. Its security features should identify my caller, but I’m still smacked with curiosity.
Macy can’t be back already. Surely. She left only ten minutes ago.
When I wheel back from the desk, I find Macy and the perp she’s meant to be entertaining downstairs. Her target is tall and nervous and can’t stop darting his eyes between Macy and me when she guides him into our suite like he’s a long-lost friend.
He freezes partway in, like he’s walked onto the wrong movie set. “Hey… ah… nice to meet you, but I don’t swing that way.”
Macy drags her teeth over her red-painted lips, all seductive-like, before she purrs, “Really, Hasan? That’s not what I heard.” I slouch low in my chair to enjoy the show when she folds Hasan in two with a stern punch to the stomach before she pinches his shoulder, lowering him to his knees. “I was informed that you take whatever you can get. Even after you’ve been told no.”
Hasan blubbers out a reply I can’t make out since Macy goes straight for the jugular.
By jugular, I mean she presses a knife to his crotch.
“Tell me everything you know about the baby-making syndicate working out of Tijuana. If you give me something good, I might consider letting you walk out of here with a functioning penis.”
“I don’t know anything—”
Macy wastes no time. She nicks him enough to double the width of his pupils and to have him sobbing like a baby.
Hasan cracks faster than Samuel did, and the information he spills will disband this operation in weeks.
With a smirk that reveals she’s in her element, Macy cuffs Hasan before she walks him to a plainclothes detective waiting in the hall.
I assume her eagerness to cut this sting short is because she couldn’t stomach the thought of being away from Mason for hours on end, but I’m mistaken when she throws me a longing look over her shoulder while saying, “That call I took earlier was from the hospital. They gave me the all clear.”
My tongue thickens so fast that it is difficult to talk, but I persevere. “The trauma team?”
I’m grateful for the loose fit of my dad pants when Macy’s grin turns sultry as she hurriedly removes her stomach extender. “Obstetrician. I am officially cleared for everything.”