time he got no answer.
“Joel. I hope you give Chrissie everything she needs,” the chief said.
Joel tried to stop himself conjuring up a vision of what he thought Chrissie might hopefully need from him. It involved her naked on a bed. A snort from Landy told Joel he had been eavesdropping, both on what the chief was saying and on what Joel was thinking. He let his features relax, hoping Chrissie hadn’t read the open lust too.
“I will try my best, Chief.” His composure was returning. “So what’s the first thing on the agenda?”
They were walking along the corridor, leaving his usual surroundings behind, and heading downstairs to the holding cells and interview rooms. Chrissie answered, “First, we fetch Sam. He’s being looked after down here by my boss, Mr. Anderson. Then I guess we drive back to your place so you can pack.”
“Chrissie has been debriefed, and she’ll pass that information on to you. Rather than you both hanging around here, we wanted to get you on the move.” The chief turned and gave him a look, which concerned him.
“That bad?” Joel asked.
Another look passed between Chrissie and the chief. Then Chrissie spoke. “We have reason to believe there is a mole.”
He raised his eyebrows and whistled. “A mole in the department?”
“I’m not saying it is our department. But the safe-house where Angela was should not have been discovered. This should never have happened.” The chief shook his head. “Never happened before, not on my watch, which is why I’ve gone to great lengths to get it right this time. I have personally overseen the whole setup. Only four people will know exactly where you are staying. I wanted it to be three… Anyway. This time Sam will be safe.”
“I hope so. For Sam’s sake. We can’t allow a repeat of last time.” She looked at him nervously, and her hard façade looked as if it was about to crack. Then she glanced once more at the chief and pressed her lips together, leaving whatever was on her mind unsaid.
It was OK, there would be time for that later. When she trusted him, he would get her to tell him all the details. He needed to know exactly what he was up against. This Krieg had a reach that went all too far, and all too deep, if there really was a mole. That idea didn’t sit easy with him. Loyalty was one of his strongest traits. It was a bear thing.
Although he hated the idea of Chrissie been in any danger, he was already beginning to hope the guy made a bid to capture the baby, just so that Joel could bite his head off.
His bear was influencing his thoughts again. Damn it. No biting off heads .
Unless it’s the last resort?
Unless it’s the last resort , he conceded, knowing he would do whatever it took to protect Chrissie. And the most adorable baby, whom he had just set eyes on.
“Well, aren’t you the cutest?” he asked, and yes, he did put on a cooing voice, babies did that to him, it was involuntary.
“This is Sam,” Chrissie said softly, going to the carrier that Sam was strapped into, and lifting him out.
Joel’s throat contracted. There was his mate, holding a baby, and his whole world centered in on them. This was what he had longed for, had waited for. It didn’t matter that Sam wasn’t his: he would protect them with his life.
But he would be OK with it not coming down to that.
Chapter Four – Chrissie
His reaction to Sam was not what she expected. He genuinely seemed to like the baby, which was a relief; she had dreaded being stuck with a man who was good at the protection side of this case, but who would moan every time he lost an hour of his beauty sleep to a crying baby.
“Want to hold him?” Chrissie asked, knowing this was the real test, anyone could say coochie, coochie coo convincingly, but a baby usually had some inbuilt sense of who genuinely liked them and who didn’t.
Sam had a knack for not liking people. For some reason, that included her boss, who had been babysitting Sam while
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