Lana watched as her team leader walked away, laughing at her childish gesture. Damn it, the woman had a point.
If they hadn’t been staying with her, she wouldn’t have rested. She would have been up dealing with the kids and doing her own investigations on the cases they were on at the time.
“Hey, Bueller said I needed to get you home and force you into a dark room after you take a hot shower. What’s going on, babe?”
“I get terrible migraines once in a while. Been happening for a while now. If I don’t take care of it now, then it will kick my ass down to the point I’m bedridden for at least two days. Which, I tried to tell her, we don’t have the time for me to deal with this. Not with Angelo’s life possibly being in danger as we speak.”
“I’m going to take you home and get you in a hot shower, then darken the room and turn the A/C on to make the room colder for you. Then you’re taking your sexy ass to bed and deal with this. Let Ryan and your team do what they need to do. I’ll help them as much as I can from home.”
Lana huffed as she narrowed her eyes at Jayson. Looks like she was beat where this whole thing was concerned.
Between her team and Jayson, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight them all in staying in the game. She knew they were right, and she needed to get this migraine under control.
In order for her to do that without repercussions, she needed to shut her brain off and lord help her, it was so damn hard. Especially right now with everything going on in this case.
“Fine! I’ll go home and take a hot shower and crawl in bed, under protest. Just find Angelo and bring him in. Whatever it takes. His life is in jeopardy, and we can’t afford to lose him or the intel he may or may not have for us.”
“We’ll find him, babe. Let’s get you home so that we can get you rested and back in the game.”
Lana let Jayson lead her out of the department to the car. Once they had gotten back home, she went and got into the shower, getting the water as hot as she could stand it and letting the water fall over her.
She hated when her migraines came on, but she knew it was a side effect from her brain not shutting off. Even in her damn sleep, her brain went into overdrive.
Once she got out of the shower, she went into her bag and pulled out the migraine pills she’d been prescribed to take when they came on. She knew it would knock her out and help shut off her brain as needed.
She hated taking any kind of sleep aid because of how they made her feel and the fact they made her vulnerable when she zonked out. When she was forced to take them, she was blessed that her team showed up for her to help with the twins.
She honestly didn’t know where she’d be right now if it wasn’t for her team. Once she had taken her medicine, she climbed into bed and closed her eyes as she said a silent prayer for Angelo and her team.
CHAPTER
FORTY-SIX
Lana jerked awake in the middle of the night. She couldn’t figure out what had woken her up from her deep sleep.
She looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was one in the morning. When she looked at Jayson’s side of the bed, she saw that he wasn’t in bed.
Lana reached into the drawer of the nightstand and withdrew her weapon. Something was off with the fact Jayson wasn’t in bed with her, all the lights were out in the house from what she could tell, and it was way too quiet.
Allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she wished she still had access to her NVGs, but knew they were back in Texas. She slowly walked from the side of the bed to the bedroom door and slowly opened the door, praying it didn’t make a sound.
Lana slowly stepped into the living room, her weapon up and ready to go if needed. She strained to hear sounds, praying her kids were still at Jayson’s parents’ house just this once.
“Ah, Captain, so nice of you to finally join us. I understand that you’re looking for me.”
Lana had to blink several times when the living room lights turned on. Jayson was unconscious on the couch and Angelohimself was sitting in the living room chair, with his right foot resting on his left knee and a smirk on his face.
“What the fuck did you do to my husband, you son-of-a-bitch?” Lana seethed, her gun aimed at Angelo.
Angelo only smirked at Lana as he shrugged. “In my defense, he swung on me the second he opened his front door. I only hit him harder than he hit me.”
“What are you doing here, Angelo?” Lana asked, moving toward Jayson’s unconscious body while she kept Angelo in her line of sight.
“I heard that you and your team are looking for me, thought I’d save you from the trouble. Now, before my cover gets blown, what the fuck do you want?”
Lana looked at Angelo in confusion. She knew he hadn’t traded sides by his actions the other day, but the way he sounded now had her wondering.
“And if I told you that it was probably already blown, they are just biding their time for confirmation?” Lana glared at the man.
