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them. They also agreed to post surveillance cameras around the front yard and bug all of the phones, including both he and Genny’s mobile units.
As the detective and his crew prepared to leave, the adrenaline slowly began to ebb from Owen’s system. He watched a female cop take a sleeping Peter gently from Genny, noting the fond way she handled the child.
His lover was good with kids, he realized. He hadn’t gotten to see her interact with them much, as she was an adult psychiatrist, but she had somehow handled Peter with grace. She’d known not to let Eddie harm him, instinctively, and managed to soothe him when he was near hysterical. Owen could hardly imagine what the little boy had been put through. Plucked from his parents and then forced by hostile strangers to deliver an unmarked package.
Whoever was behind this was pretty damn sick.
After everyone had left, the house seemed unusually quiet. The peace of their afternoon had been broken, and neither of them seemed to know what their next move was. Genny finally suggested that they order food and they sat in awkward quiet as they waited for it to arrive.
Oddly enough, it was Eddie who finally enticed them to break the silence. The Rottweiler made his way over to Genny to lay his massive head in her lap, looking up at her questioningly. Leaning down, the young woman pressed her forehead to his briefly before speaking softly.
“I’m sorry.”
Owen looked over at her immediately. “Sorry for what?”
Genny sighed, turning her apologetic hazel gaze to his. “That I didn’t believe you. You knew something was wrong and I brushed you off. It was wrong of me.”
Running a hand through his dark hair, Owen grunted. “Not your fault. I was beginning to think that I was overreacting too.” He exhaled hotly. “Genny, I want you to be careful. I know you might think I’m an overprotective ogre…but my instincts usually serve me pretty well.”
His lover nodded slowly. “I promise I will.”
“Call me when you get to work every day. And before you leave, so I can know to expect you.” Owen’s voice had taken on the authoritative tone he’d once used when men had followed his orders without question and he had led countless missions into hostile enemy territory.
Genny didn’t question him – and that in and of itself was enough to worry him. Usually, she would argue that he was impeding on her freedom, or that he was being overbearing. But, she was scared. More scared than she was willing to let on. Wordlessly, Owen pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head gently. “It’s going to be alright, Genny. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The psychiatrist clung to him, merely nodding silently against his chest.
The next day, after she went to work, Owen was going to make a trip down to the base to see Captain Ryce. The man needed to know what was going on – and about the very real danger that Genevieve was in.
**
It was Friday of that week before Genny’s anxiousness started to wane. Though she followed Owen’s instructions to call him twice everyday so he could check on her, she still felt uneasy – as if someone were watching her. After all, whoever it was had known to send the flowers to her office at Riperton, and knew that she was living with her boyfriend. She was most decidedly uncomfortable with the idea that whoever had sent her a dead animal knew both where she lived and where she worked.
What kind of monster would kidnap a child and force them to do their dirty work? Just the memory of Peter’s terrified, tear-streaked face was enough to raise her ire. The kid had been scared absolutely out of his mind. He’d probably be scarred for life.
It made her feel a bit better when Detective Miller called her on Tuesday to let her know that the child had been reunited with his parents, but she was still on edge. In response to her nervousness, the young woman threw herself into her work. The authorities
As the detective and his crew prepared to leave, the adrenaline slowly began to ebb from Owen’s system. He watched a female cop take a sleeping Peter gently from Genny, noting the fond way she handled the child.
His lover was good with kids, he realized. He hadn’t gotten to see her interact with them much, as she was an adult psychiatrist, but she had somehow handled Peter with grace. She’d known not to let Eddie harm him, instinctively, and managed to soothe him when he was near hysterical. Owen could hardly imagine what the little boy had been put through. Plucked from his parents and then forced by hostile strangers to deliver an unmarked package.
Whoever was behind this was pretty damn sick.
After everyone had left, the house seemed unusually quiet. The peace of their afternoon had been broken, and neither of them seemed to know what their next move was. Genny finally suggested that they order food and they sat in awkward quiet as they waited for it to arrive.
Oddly enough, it was Eddie who finally enticed them to break the silence. The Rottweiler made his way over to Genny to lay his massive head in her lap, looking up at her questioningly. Leaning down, the young woman pressed her forehead to his briefly before speaking softly.
“I’m sorry.”
Owen looked over at her immediately. “Sorry for what?”
Genny sighed, turning her apologetic hazel gaze to his. “That I didn’t believe you. You knew something was wrong and I brushed you off. It was wrong of me.”
Running a hand through his dark hair, Owen grunted. “Not your fault. I was beginning to think that I was overreacting too.” He exhaled hotly. “Genny, I want you to be careful. I know you might think I’m an overprotective ogre…but my instincts usually serve me pretty well.”
His lover nodded slowly. “I promise I will.”
“Call me when you get to work every day. And before you leave, so I can know to expect you.” Owen’s voice had taken on the authoritative tone he’d once used when men had followed his orders without question and he had led countless missions into hostile enemy territory.
Genny didn’t question him – and that in and of itself was enough to worry him. Usually, she would argue that he was impeding on her freedom, or that he was being overbearing. But, she was scared. More scared than she was willing to let on. Wordlessly, Owen pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head gently. “It’s going to be alright, Genny. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The psychiatrist clung to him, merely nodding silently against his chest.
The next day, after she went to work, Owen was going to make a trip down to the base to see Captain Ryce. The man needed to know what was going on – and about the very real danger that Genevieve was in.
**
It was Friday of that week before Genny’s anxiousness started to wane. Though she followed Owen’s instructions to call him twice everyday so he could check on her, she still felt uneasy – as if someone were watching her. After all, whoever it was had known to send the flowers to her office at Riperton, and knew that she was living with her boyfriend. She was most decidedly uncomfortable with the idea that whoever had sent her a dead animal knew both where she lived and where she worked.
What kind of monster would kidnap a child and force them to do their dirty work? Just the memory of Peter’s terrified, tear-streaked face was enough to raise her ire. The kid had been scared absolutely out of his mind. He’d probably be scarred for life.
It made her feel a bit better when Detective Miller called her on Tuesday to let her know that the child had been reunited with his parents, but she was still on edge. In response to her nervousness, the young woman threw herself into her work. The authorities
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