He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckle of each finger before intertwining his hand with mine. Drearily, I drifted off to sleep with the last coherent words he’d declared.
You’re mine.
Chapter 21
Don
“This is ridiculous,”I yelled as I stood outside at the back of the fire station with Carter, Eric, and Emanuel. All four of us wore scowls on our faces.
It had been a month and a half since that night at the club. Within days of that night, Rogers had requested a leave of absence from the department. I’d gone back to Murray with the recording, thinking he’d piece together that Rogers was behind these fires, or at the very least, would begin to take this investigation seriously.
He hadn’t.
All he’d said was that it sounded suspicious, but it wasn’t enough to open an investigation on a twenty-year veteran of the department.
“That’s bullshit. What about what happened at Charlie’s?” Eric demanded.
“At least I have the go-ahead to dig deeper into the arson at Charlie’s,” I said. “Given the evidence and witness statements, the fire at Angela’s bar was declared an arson. But Murray didn’t believe Rogers had anything to do with it. He was on shift at an entirely different scene that day.”
I dipped my head in Emanuel’s direction.“Andthe night of the fire where that little boy died. He was working, so he couldn’t have started it. He wouldn’t have had time.”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know something,” Emanuel declared, folding his arms across his chest.
“He’s hiding something,” I said, slamming my fist into my hand. “And I’m going to track his ass down to find out what it is.”
Everyone nodded and agreed to help in any way they could.
“How’s Angela?” I asked Eric after a moment of quiet.
His scowl intensified. “She’s okay, still brokenhearted over the loss of the bar. Determined to open it back up once the baby is born. Our little girl’s due in two months.”
“Girl?” Carter asked.
For the first time since we’d stepped outside to talk about the investigation, Eric smiled. “Yeah. But shit, don’t tell Angela I told you. She wants it to be a surprise. She doesn’t know what we’re having. I had to find out.”
“One of you knows, and the other doesn’t?” I asked.
Eric rolled his eyes and shrugged. “That’s what she wanted. My angel gets whatever she wants.”
“Compromise.” I grinned as my thoughts turned to Jocelyn. A memory of that morning waking up in Jocelyn’s bed with my arms wrapped around her waist came to mind.
“What’s that face?” I heard Eric ask, yanking me from that sweet memory.
My smile dropped into a frown because before even looking, I knew three pairs of eyes were on me.
“What?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
Eric eyed me in that same perceptive way he eyed a two-alarm fire before we made entry.
“Go look at your wife that way, dammit,” I grumbled.
All three of those assholes busted out laughing.
“No shit. Since when did this happen?” Emanuel asked, staring directly at me. “And who is the lucky woman?”
“When did what happen?” I asked.
Eric snorted. “We’ve all known thewhosince she showed up here that night after the bar fire.”
