Page 83 of No First Kisses

“For fuck’s sake.” He sighs deeply. “I’ll get his boss involved too. Put me on speaker.”

“Done.” I do as he said and put the phone over Logan’s shoulder, because I’m not stupid enough to try and get between the two of them.

“Detective Pierce will bring his fiancée in for questioning. She will not be handcuffed, arrested, or anything of the like. Am I clear, Trooper?”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard the chief sound as pissed as he does now, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Logan being arrested in the first place.

When the trooper doesn’t say anything, I chance a look around Logan to see that there’s a stare-off happening between the two men.

“He heard you,” I answer for him. “But he’s currently trying to outmaneuver Logan which won’t bode well for him. We’re headed in now. Will you be there?”

“Yeah. I’m going to go ahead and call Ben, since I doubt you have a different lawyer.”

“Thanks, boss. See you soon.”

He hangs up after a lengthy sigh and I can’t help but feel it in the depths of my soul. I knew Ortega’s death wouldn’t be the end of everything, but I really just want to sleep in my own bed and maybe take a hot shower.

Instead of getting what I desperately want and need, I leave Logan to handle the trooper and move as quickly as I can to get what we’ll need to leave the house again. Thankfully, the baby’s diaper bag is already loaded, so all I have to do is change into something comfortable and grab some snacks for both me and the man currently pretending like he doesn’t even see anyone else in our space.

I don’t spare the trooper a word as I hand Logan the baby and walk out of the house after him. Normally, Logan would carry everything, but I know that with someone he deems a threat, he’ll want to have a hand free in case he needs to go for his weapon.

I’m also pretty sure that if I hadn’t handed him Killian, Logan might have knocked out the intruder. Even if he was another member of law enforcement, him showing up like this at our house violates all of Logan’s internal rules about dealing with other cops.

Neither of us says a word as he secures our son in the back seat. I’m trying not to freak out because there’s a very real possibility I’m going to be arrested for murder. And the thought of spending even a few hours away from Killian right now is enough to send me over the edge. So, instead of freaking out and panicking, I spend as much time as I can memorizing his face and holding his hand.

“Why’s his name Trooper Douche?” I stay quiet for about two minutes before the silence starts to feel awkward in a way that it never usually does.

“Because he’s the douche who arrested me based on Ortega’s bullshit. And he’s a dick who didn’t listen. Assholes like that don’t deserve me calling them by their names.”

Logan navigates the roads, and we’re almost to the station before I have anything to say.

“Technically,” I argue, “he’s just doing his job.”

“Nah.” Logan pulls into the parking lot of the PD and shuts off the engine. “He’s trying to use me and this situation to make his bones, to get a promotion or something. He’s trying to be a hard-ass, not realizing that I’m not the one to fuck with. I’ve already got friends in town who were here to help me find you. I’ll just redirect their skills… and anger.”

That’s Lo.

That’s the man I love.

He carefully helps me get out of the car and then takes Killian and the bags so that I can lead the way to the back door of the station.

Once I have the code punched in and we’re walking in, I see the trooper’s car come into the parking lot. Instead of waiting for him, I close the door and smile to myself. Yes, it was absolutely petty, but I don’t care.

I’m not quite sure what I expect to happen when we walk into the bullpen, but I shouldn’t be surprised.

Nor should I be surprised when the door opens behind me again and in walks Remy and Parker with Nox at their side and Cassie in their arms. “The other two are with Mom,” he grunts in greeting, walking straight by.

“Reinforcements.” Parker whispers and then kisses me on the cheek before she moves around me, rocking Cassie. “Figured you’d need me to keep you from committing murder.”

The bullpen is full. Like bursting at the seams full of police and their kids and partners.

A few of the faces aren’t familiar, but they’re the first to approach Logan and Killian, and I have to swallow down a hint of panic.

“Look at that tiny thing.” One of them leans down so that he’s face-to-face with the baby. “Your daddy’s gonna be wrapped around your little finger, but dontcha worry. Uncle Niles won’t let you get soft.”

“Stuff it,” Logan grunts. “Niles, Angelo. You’ve both met Poppy, but she probably doesn’t remember.”

“Yeah, it’s not like I was in labor and had been stabbed.”

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