“Good. Come on, Evan, let’s go home.” Brennan wrapped an arm around me.
Jett was with Cam and some other officers.
I hugged him. “Thank you.”
“That’s what mates are for.” He gave me a kiss.
“Thanks, Cam.” I knew her from Jett’s boxing gym.
She grinned. “Bring me more of those chocolate cookies with the powdered sugar, and we’re even.”
“Grace makes those, not me. But I’ll see what I can do next time she makes them.”
Jett gave me another kiss. “I have to finish up. See you at home.”
“See you at home.” I went and found Rose. “Are you okay?”
“I think so? The detective tried to explain everything to me. It’s so scary.” Rose hugged me.
“How about if we try to meet tomorrow or the day after and we’ll talk through it,” I told her.
“Rose, Rose, are you okay?” A man in a cowboy hat and boots ran over to her.
“Dad?” She looked over, brightening.
Colt Sterling, Rose’s bio-dad, picked her up and hugged her tight. “Thank goodness you’re safe.”
“Dad.” Her voice broke as she buried her face in his shirt.
“Are you okay, Rose?” I asked her.
“I… I called him. Um, I didn’t think you’d come this fast?” She hiccupped.
“I’m in this area a lot this time of year. I was going to call you tomorrow and see if we could get some ice cream,” Colt explained.
We talked a little longer, as I tried to gauge whether it was okay to leave Rose with him. In the end I let Brennan take me home on his motorcycle. Jett would drive my 4x4 back.
I spent the entire time holding Brennan tight. Fuck. That could have ended badly. My experience in the military was more being a blunt-force object with a large weapon and less facing an active shooter unarmed with civilians present.
But for some reason this kept happening. Maybe I should train for it.
Or, maybe for once we’d have something where I could actually use my skills. Not that I was in shape.
No. No. I would prefer things to be quiet and have to use zero of my skills, thank you very much.
Hopefully, Rose would be safe now, and all of this would be put behind her.
Finally, we pulled into the garage.
Brennan held me to him. “What do you need?”
“Evan.” Grace ran into the garage, in one of her T-shirt dresses, feet bare. She threw her arms around me.
“I’m okay, Peaches.” At this moment, I wanted her more than anything. I threw her over my shoulder, like alphas did to omegas in the movies.
Yep.You. Me. Bed. Now.
“Evan,” she squealed.
