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Authors: Donna Marie Rogers
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Believe me, it didn't go over well."
"Are you saying some cop wanted Jamison dead just because his sister was screwing around on him?"
"Nah, that was only part of it. He knew Jamison was on to him."
Jack rolled his eyes. “On to him how?"
"He found out Thomas was dealing drugs."
Hmmm, very interesting, Jack thought. “So where did all this happen? Right here in Green Bay?"
"Yep. Jamison's a Green Bay cop."
A slow smile spread across Jack's face. Seven years. He'd spent seven long, miserable years behind bars for a crime he didn't commit. For a crime he hadn't had a thing to do with. And Officer Jamison's testimony had hammered the nail in Jack's coffin.
Soon, Jack planned to return the favor.
* * * *
Garrett scowled as Sara slapped his hands away and worked out the knot he'd made of his necktie. “Here, let me do it. I swear, I've never seen you this nervous."
"I'm not nervous,” he hotly denied. “I just don't like wearing ties.” He glanced over at his brother-in-law-to-be who watched with an amused smirk on his face. “Mike, do me a favor and take her home."
Mike chuckled. “Sorry, buddy, but this is the most fun I've had in days."
Sara turned to glare at Mike, and it was Garrett's turn to chuckle. “And it looks like it'll stay that way, buddy ."
Sara gave his tie a yank. “Shut up and stand still."
Garrett studied his sister's face as she concentrated on his tie. He frowned when it dawned on him just how pasty she looked. “You feeling okay?"
Sara glanced up at him before casting a quick peek at Mike. “I'm fine, why?"
"I don't know. You don't look so good."
She snorted. “Gee, thanks a lot."
"You know what I mean. You look ... tired.” He sent Mike an accusatory look. “Have you been letting her work too hard?"
Mike walked over and gently grasped Sara's chin, turning her to face him. His brow creased. “He's right; you're pale as a ghost."
Sara shook off his hand. “Exaggerate much?"
"When we get home,” Mike said, “you're going straight to bed."
Ignoring him, she went back to straightening Garrett's tie.
"Sorry, Sis, I agree with Mike. You need some rest. And maybe a good meal. Have you eaten today? I could make you a quick fried egg sandwich—"
Sara went from pale to green, then took off like a shot into the bathroom. When the sound of retching reached their ears, Mike ran after her. They returned a couple minutes later. Mike had his arm wrapped around her, and Sara could barely meet Garrett's gaze.
"All right, what the hell's going on? You love fried egg—"
Sara held up a hand as if to ward off his words. She looked ready to race back into the bathroom. Garrett exchanged a worried look with Mike.
Sara rolled her eyes, plopped down on the couch and admitted, “I'm pregnant."
"What?” Mike and Garrett shouted in unison.
She dropped her head into her hands and nodded. “I took a test this morning. God, I don't remember being this sick with Ethan,” she muttered.
Mike took a seat next to Sara and rubbed her back, his face a mask of pure shock. “When in the world were you planning on telling me? Christ, Sara, you don't just spring this news on a guy—"
Sara's head whipped around and she looked on the verge of tears. “What are you saying? Don't you want this baby?"
"Sweetheart, of course I do,” Mike insisted, his voice gentle. “It's just ... I was hoping we'd be married before any more kids came along.” He stood up and helped Sara to her feet.
Eyes red-rimmed, Sara told Garrett, “Your tie is crooked."
Garrett walked up and kissed her on the top of her head. “I'm thrilled for you. And everyone else will be, too. But right now, I think you should let Mike take you home. You really do need to lie down."
Sara let out a watery, half-hearted laugh. “As much as I hate to agree with you, I think you're right. I feel like I could sleep for a week."
"Come on, honey, let's get you home,” Mike said, wrapping his arm around her. “And after your nap, we
"Are you saying some cop wanted Jamison dead just because his sister was screwing around on him?"
"Nah, that was only part of it. He knew Jamison was on to him."
Jack rolled his eyes. “On to him how?"
"He found out Thomas was dealing drugs."
Hmmm, very interesting, Jack thought. “So where did all this happen? Right here in Green Bay?"
"Yep. Jamison's a Green Bay cop."
A slow smile spread across Jack's face. Seven years. He'd spent seven long, miserable years behind bars for a crime he didn't commit. For a crime he hadn't had a thing to do with. And Officer Jamison's testimony had hammered the nail in Jack's coffin.
Soon, Jack planned to return the favor.
* * * *
Garrett scowled as Sara slapped his hands away and worked out the knot he'd made of his necktie. “Here, let me do it. I swear, I've never seen you this nervous."
"I'm not nervous,” he hotly denied. “I just don't like wearing ties.” He glanced over at his brother-in-law-to-be who watched with an amused smirk on his face. “Mike, do me a favor and take her home."
Mike chuckled. “Sorry, buddy, but this is the most fun I've had in days."
Sara turned to glare at Mike, and it was Garrett's turn to chuckle. “And it looks like it'll stay that way, buddy ."
Sara gave his tie a yank. “Shut up and stand still."
Garrett studied his sister's face as she concentrated on his tie. He frowned when it dawned on him just how pasty she looked. “You feeling okay?"
Sara glanced up at him before casting a quick peek at Mike. “I'm fine, why?"
"I don't know. You don't look so good."
She snorted. “Gee, thanks a lot."
"You know what I mean. You look ... tired.” He sent Mike an accusatory look. “Have you been letting her work too hard?"
Mike walked over and gently grasped Sara's chin, turning her to face him. His brow creased. “He's right; you're pale as a ghost."
Sara shook off his hand. “Exaggerate much?"
"When we get home,” Mike said, “you're going straight to bed."
Ignoring him, she went back to straightening Garrett's tie.
"Sorry, Sis, I agree with Mike. You need some rest. And maybe a good meal. Have you eaten today? I could make you a quick fried egg sandwich—"
Sara went from pale to green, then took off like a shot into the bathroom. When the sound of retching reached their ears, Mike ran after her. They returned a couple minutes later. Mike had his arm wrapped around her, and Sara could barely meet Garrett's gaze.
"All right, what the hell's going on? You love fried egg—"
Sara held up a hand as if to ward off his words. She looked ready to race back into the bathroom. Garrett exchanged a worried look with Mike.
Sara rolled her eyes, plopped down on the couch and admitted, “I'm pregnant."
"What?” Mike and Garrett shouted in unison.
She dropped her head into her hands and nodded. “I took a test this morning. God, I don't remember being this sick with Ethan,” she muttered.
Mike took a seat next to Sara and rubbed her back, his face a mask of pure shock. “When in the world were you planning on telling me? Christ, Sara, you don't just spring this news on a guy—"
Sara's head whipped around and she looked on the verge of tears. “What are you saying? Don't you want this baby?"
"Sweetheart, of course I do,” Mike insisted, his voice gentle. “It's just ... I was hoping we'd be married before any more kids came along.” He stood up and helped Sara to her feet.
Eyes red-rimmed, Sara told Garrett, “Your tie is crooked."
Garrett walked up and kissed her on the top of her head. “I'm thrilled for you. And everyone else will be, too. But right now, I think you should let Mike take you home. You really do need to lie down."
Sara let out a watery, half-hearted laugh. “As much as I hate to agree with you, I think you're right. I feel like I could sleep for a week."
"Come on, honey, let's get you home,” Mike said, wrapping his arm around her. “And after your nap, we
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