“And your tattoo?” Don Juan said.
Monte patted his forearm. “Underneath the excellent concealer the tattoo artist recommended so I could keep my job here. What a crazy policy.”
“Just as we thought,” Hawkeye said.
He walked away while the guys continued grilling Monte since he was telling all at the moment and called Harley.
“Commander Burns, what can I do for you?” she asked.
“I wanted to let you know that we have arrested your brothers killer.”
There was a brief pause.
“You have?” she finally said.
“Yes.”
“That’s wonderful, Commander Burns. Truly wonderful. Who is it?”
“Monte Adams, Dugans former partner.”
“Was it revenge?” Harley asked.
“We believe so,” he said.
“Thank you again for calling and letting me know,” she said. “It can’t bring Reilly back, but knowing no one else can get hurt by him is a relief.”
“You have a good day, now,” Hawkeye said. “And a Merry Christmas.”
CHAPTER 13
Christmas Morning…
Wearing the Santa Baby sheer red teddy trimmed in faux white fur that left very little to the imagination and that she had purchased just for this occasion, Simone tiptoed to the fireplace where the two stockings hung tucked Donnie’s surprise in the one with his name. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he woke and opened up the envelope and saw what was inside.
Mission accomplished, she pivoted on her bare feet and squealed, jumping, seeing him standing in the doorway of the living room bare chested wearing only the matching red Santa boxer shorts she’d given him last night. She’d been extra careful not to have made a sound as she sneaked in here from the bedroom. But he must have woken when she left the bed and lain there with his eyes closed.
“Was that for me?” he asked, brow cocked.
“Uh-huh,” she said, trying to look innocent.
“As well as what you’re wearing?”
“It sure isn’t for Santa.”
“It better not be,” he growled and crossed the room, pulling her to him. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas,” she murmured.
“Can I take a peek at what you put in my stocking?”
She nodded.
He reached inside and pulled out the square envelope. Then scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” she asked.
“I will, when we are back in bed,” he said.
