CSI could maybe find something that would help him identify Bree’s kidnappers. That was step two. Then, once he had the culprits behind bars, he could think about this potential custody problem.
And Bree.
There was something stirring between them. Or maybe that was just lust or the uneasiness over what could turn out to be a potentially nasty custody dispute. Kade hoped that was all because lust and uneasiness were a lot easier to deal with than other things that could arise.
“I want to talk to Anthony McClendon and Jamie Greer again,” Kade insisted. Both were suspects, just like Anthony’s father, and he hadn’t officially questioned them in months. “Can you set up the interviews and get them to the Silver Creek sheriff’s office?”
That way, his brothers could assist, and he wouldn’t have to be too far away from Leah or Bree. Though judging from her earlier behavior, Bree might want to get far away from here. He couldn’t blame her after McClendon’s threats. The man hadn’t named Leah specifically, but it had certainly sounded as if he were threatening the baby.
“Sure, I can get Anthony and Jamie out here. McClendon, too. But you have a couple of other fires to put out first. Special Agent Randy Cooper just called and demanded to see Bree. I take it he’s her FBI handler or whatever it is you feds call your boss?”
“Yeah.” Kade couldn’t blame the man for wanting to see Bree, but the timing sucked.
“He seems kind of possessive if you ask me,” Mason went on. “You sure he’s just her handler?”
No. Kade wasn’t sure of that. In fact, he didn’t know if Leah had a boyfriend stashed somewhere. The only thing he knew about her was what he’d managed to read in her files. Which wasn’t much. There wasn’t a lot of paperwork and reports on undercover FBI Janes, and sometimes the files were nothing but cover fronts.
“Tell Coop he’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see Bree,” Kade said. “After the doctor finishes the exam, she’ll need some rest.”
That was the next step in his for starters. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything that rest and time couldn’t fix. Kade really needed her to recall more details of her captivity.
Mason made a sound of agreement. “Don’t worry. I’ll stall Coop.” He paused. “Hold on a second. I just got a text from Nate. Might be important.”
Kade could only hope this wasn’t more bad news.
“There’s another problem, little brother,” Mason said. “A big one.”
Chapter Six
Bree woke up to the sound of voices. Voices that she didn’t immediately recognize.
She reached for her gun and phone. Not there. And an uneasy sense of déjà vu slammed through her. She sprang from the bed, her feet ready to start running when they landed on the thickly carpeted floor. Bree stopped cold.
Where the heck was she? And why hadn’t there been a gun on the nightstand?
She glanced around the massive sun-washed bedroom, decorated in varying shades of blue and gray. At the king-size bed. The antique pine furniture. And it took her a moment to remember that she was at the Ryland ranch in Silver Creek.
More specifically, she’d been in Kade’s bed.
She looked around again, first in the bathroom through the open door, then the massive dressing room. No sign of Kade.
So, she’d been in that bed alone.
And was apparently safe and sound since she had slept hard and long. After the ordeal she’d been through, she was thankful for that. Well, maybe. She was thankful if she hadn’t missed anything important.
Which was possible.
After all, Leah was in her life now, and Kade and she were in the middle of a full-scale investigation. Yes, the potential for missing something important was sky-high, and she had to find Kade.
After she got dressed, that is.
Bree glanced down at the pink cotton pjs. They weren’t familiar, either, but she did remember the doctor helping her change into them before he insisted that she sleep off the effects of the
And Bree.
There was something stirring between them. Or maybe that was just lust or the uneasiness over what could turn out to be a potentially nasty custody dispute. Kade hoped that was all because lust and uneasiness were a lot easier to deal with than other things that could arise.
“I want to talk to Anthony McClendon and Jamie Greer again,” Kade insisted. Both were suspects, just like Anthony’s father, and he hadn’t officially questioned them in months. “Can you set up the interviews and get them to the Silver Creek sheriff’s office?”
That way, his brothers could assist, and he wouldn’t have to be too far away from Leah or Bree. Though judging from her earlier behavior, Bree might want to get far away from here. He couldn’t blame her after McClendon’s threats. The man hadn’t named Leah specifically, but it had certainly sounded as if he were threatening the baby.
“Sure, I can get Anthony and Jamie out here. McClendon, too. But you have a couple of other fires to put out first. Special Agent Randy Cooper just called and demanded to see Bree. I take it he’s her FBI handler or whatever it is you feds call your boss?”
“Yeah.” Kade couldn’t blame the man for wanting to see Bree, but the timing sucked.
“He seems kind of possessive if you ask me,” Mason went on. “You sure he’s just her handler?”
No. Kade wasn’t sure of that. In fact, he didn’t know if Leah had a boyfriend stashed somewhere. The only thing he knew about her was what he’d managed to read in her files. Which wasn’t much. There wasn’t a lot of paperwork and reports on undercover FBI Janes, and sometimes the files were nothing but cover fronts.
“Tell Coop he’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see Bree,” Kade said. “After the doctor finishes the exam, she’ll need some rest.”
That was the next step in his for starters. Maybe there wouldn’t be anything that rest and time couldn’t fix. Kade really needed her to recall more details of her captivity.
Mason made a sound of agreement. “Don’t worry. I’ll stall Coop.” He paused. “Hold on a second. I just got a text from Nate. Might be important.”
Kade could only hope this wasn’t more bad news.
“There’s another problem, little brother,” Mason said. “A big one.”
Chapter Six
Bree woke up to the sound of voices. Voices that she didn’t immediately recognize.
She reached for her gun and phone. Not there. And an uneasy sense of déjà vu slammed through her. She sprang from the bed, her feet ready to start running when they landed on the thickly carpeted floor. Bree stopped cold.
Where the heck was she? And why hadn’t there been a gun on the nightstand?
She glanced around the massive sun-washed bedroom, decorated in varying shades of blue and gray. At the king-size bed. The antique pine furniture. And it took her a moment to remember that she was at the Ryland ranch in Silver Creek.
More specifically, she’d been in Kade’s bed.
She looked around again, first in the bathroom through the open door, then the massive dressing room. No sign of Kade.
So, she’d been in that bed alone.
And was apparently safe and sound since she had slept hard and long. After the ordeal she’d been through, she was thankful for that. Well, maybe. She was thankful if she hadn’t missed anything important.
Which was possible.
After all, Leah was in her life now, and Kade and she were in the middle of a full-scale investigation. Yes, the potential for missing something important was sky-high, and she had to find Kade.
After she got dressed, that is.
Bree glanced down at the pink cotton pjs. They weren’t familiar, either, but she did remember the doctor helping her change into them before he insisted that she sleep off the effects of the
Similar Books
