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then Elaina huffed, got up and indicated for him to follow her. Where did they go?
Her bedroom.
The last place on earth he should be.
Luke wanted to hit himself in the head with a rock for such a blunder, but he needed to see what Elaina had brought with her to Crystal Creek. It could help them figure out what was going on.
The room had been painted the color of fresh butter, and the bedding was a floral print with that same yellow and some mint green. There was very little furniture. Sparse but comfortable. In the short months that she’d been in the house, she’d turned it into a home.
“There’s the computer,” she said, pointing to the laptop on the small desk tucked in the corner.
Luke glanced at it while Elaina went to the walk-in closet. There was a small attic space just above the top shelf, and she stood on a footstool to reach the hatch door. When she reached up, her pajama top rose, and he got a great look at her bare midriff.
He forced himself to look elsewhere.
Unfortunately, elsewhere turned out to be her butt. Lifting her arms and standing on her tiptoes adjusted the fabric, as well, and he got an intimate view of the outline of her derriere. Great. He hoped that was the last of the torturing peepshow.
His body laughed at him for hoping that and begged to see more. Luke didn’t fulfill that wish. He nailed his attention to Elaina’s hands, figuring he couldn’t get in mental trouble with those.
He watched as she took out a small cardboard box. It definitely wasn’t in plain view, and she’d likely done that on purpose. She probably hadn’t wanted anyone to learn of Christopher’s adoption or Kevin’s activities.
She deposited the box on the desk next to him. When she didn’t say anything, Luke looked up at her to see if anything was wrong.
“Your shirt,” she said. “I hadn’t realized it was so wet.”
Luke glanced down and verified the wetness on his white button-down shirt. It was like her own top in the bathroom. Clingy. “I’ll change it in a few minutes.”
And then he remembered, he’d left his suitcase in his car at the parking lot of Elaina’s shop. Her expression said that she remembered even if he hadn’t.
“This shirt will dry,” he grumbled.
He made a mental note to get his suitcase when he went to the jail for the interviews. For that, Rusty and he would have to trade places, with his fellow agent staying with Christopher and Elaina. Luke didn’t want either of them anywhere near that jail with those two men.
Of course, Luke’s presence at the jail would mean a lot of questions from the locals, but he’d have to deal with it somehow. He couldn’t miss those interviews.
“These are the clothes Christopher was wearing when he came from the adoption agency,” Elaina said, taking a blue gown, a knit pom-pom cap and satin-rimmed blanket from the box. The gown and hat were tiny, and he couldn’t help but wonder how his son had ever fit into them.
Luke sat down at the desk and turned on her laptop. While it was booting up, he looked at what she handed him. Yeah, they were baby clothes all right. He put them closer to his nose and inhaled. It was probably his imagination, but he thought he could still detect his son’s scent.
He also suddenly became aware that Elaina was staring at him. Luke looked at her, figuring she would have a good laugh about a grown man sniffing baby clothes, but she didn’t. In fact, her eyes got a little misty.
“There’s more,” she said, clearing her throat.
She handed him the adoption papers. Unlike the clothes, he had no desire to sniff these. In fact, they made his blood boil. Because these were the documents the criminals had used to sell his son to the highest bidder.
The papers looked perfectly legal, right down to the official gold seal on the top document, but Luke knew they were phony. The documents had basically been created by an attorney who wanted to get rich. No rules had been followed, and no legal
Her bedroom.
The last place on earth he should be.
Luke wanted to hit himself in the head with a rock for such a blunder, but he needed to see what Elaina had brought with her to Crystal Creek. It could help them figure out what was going on.
The room had been painted the color of fresh butter, and the bedding was a floral print with that same yellow and some mint green. There was very little furniture. Sparse but comfortable. In the short months that she’d been in the house, she’d turned it into a home.
“There’s the computer,” she said, pointing to the laptop on the small desk tucked in the corner.
Luke glanced at it while Elaina went to the walk-in closet. There was a small attic space just above the top shelf, and she stood on a footstool to reach the hatch door. When she reached up, her pajama top rose, and he got a great look at her bare midriff.
He forced himself to look elsewhere.
Unfortunately, elsewhere turned out to be her butt. Lifting her arms and standing on her tiptoes adjusted the fabric, as well, and he got an intimate view of the outline of her derriere. Great. He hoped that was the last of the torturing peepshow.
His body laughed at him for hoping that and begged to see more. Luke didn’t fulfill that wish. He nailed his attention to Elaina’s hands, figuring he couldn’t get in mental trouble with those.
He watched as she took out a small cardboard box. It definitely wasn’t in plain view, and she’d likely done that on purpose. She probably hadn’t wanted anyone to learn of Christopher’s adoption or Kevin’s activities.
She deposited the box on the desk next to him. When she didn’t say anything, Luke looked up at her to see if anything was wrong.
“Your shirt,” she said. “I hadn’t realized it was so wet.”
Luke glanced down and verified the wetness on his white button-down shirt. It was like her own top in the bathroom. Clingy. “I’ll change it in a few minutes.”
And then he remembered, he’d left his suitcase in his car at the parking lot of Elaina’s shop. Her expression said that she remembered even if he hadn’t.
“This shirt will dry,” he grumbled.
He made a mental note to get his suitcase when he went to the jail for the interviews. For that, Rusty and he would have to trade places, with his fellow agent staying with Christopher and Elaina. Luke didn’t want either of them anywhere near that jail with those two men.
Of course, Luke’s presence at the jail would mean a lot of questions from the locals, but he’d have to deal with it somehow. He couldn’t miss those interviews.
“These are the clothes Christopher was wearing when he came from the adoption agency,” Elaina said, taking a blue gown, a knit pom-pom cap and satin-rimmed blanket from the box. The gown and hat were tiny, and he couldn’t help but wonder how his son had ever fit into them.
Luke sat down at the desk and turned on her laptop. While it was booting up, he looked at what she handed him. Yeah, they were baby clothes all right. He put them closer to his nose and inhaled. It was probably his imagination, but he thought he could still detect his son’s scent.
He also suddenly became aware that Elaina was staring at him. Luke looked at her, figuring she would have a good laugh about a grown man sniffing baby clothes, but she didn’t. In fact, her eyes got a little misty.
“There’s more,” she said, clearing her throat.
She handed him the adoption papers. Unlike the clothes, he had no desire to sniff these. In fact, they made his blood boil. Because these were the documents the criminals had used to sell his son to the highest bidder.
The papers looked perfectly legal, right down to the official gold seal on the top document, but Luke knew they were phony. The documents had basically been created by an attorney who wanted to get rich. No rules had been followed, and no legal
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