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Then he cut the line.
I handed the phone back to Foster—a little dazed. “I—” I cleared my throat. “I can’t watch Joshua.”Fuck.I’d really been looking forward to this.
“Oh, I can.” Kennedy grinned. “Because eventually one of my seven sisters is going to have a baby, and I need the practice. Autumn and Summer have been out of diapers for about sixteen years.”
Her youngest two sisters of the seven—the twins.
Rainbow was…third?
Kennedy was the eldest.
“I can help too.” Rainbow nudged Kennedy. “I won’t be the one having children, but practice is always good. Avery’s due soon.”
I was already heading back to my office. I locked my laptop in the filing cabinet, grabbed my messenger bag and my coat, then hotfooted back to the waiting area.
Foster, Denise, and Malika—along with Tiffany—had disappeared.
Joshua, in his car seat, was fast asleep on the floor—tucked between Rainbow and Kennedy.
I waved as I headed out the door.
No one answered, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t want them to risk waking the baby and anyway, I was on a mission.
The light snowflakes melted as they hit the wet pavement—as Foster had said. My drive into Mission City felt interminable. In fact, it took the fourteen minutes it always took. I could see theRCMP detachment from my condo. My hands shook as I put my SUV in Park and got out.
Lorcan’s truck was at the back of the lot.
I chose to see that as a good sign. If that was here, then he hadn’t been taken away from his job-site in handcuffs.
Right?
What was Riley going to say?
Hell, what was I going to say? Because, technically, I hadn’t been invited.
Lorcan had given Arnav permission to call me because he wasn’t going to make it home for dinner. That was oh so very different from racing down to the cop shop and wanting to be the knight in shining armor.
I tucked my messenger bag under my seat. Although, realistically, not only was Mission City a relatively safe town, but—perhaps more importantly—anyone who broke into a vehicle while it sat in the RCMP detachment parking lot was pretty dumb.
And yet, there are dumb…and desperate…people everywhere.
Something I knew well.
I hunched my shoulders as I hustled to the door. My wool coat offered protection from the snow, but a cold wind blew again.
When I stepped through the front door, a blast of hot air smacked me in the face.
And I nearly barreled into a guy wearing a uniform. “Sorry.”
“No worries.” He grinned. His blond hair was trimmed and his hazel eyes showed amusement. “Still snowing?”
I swept the accumulated snow off my arms. “Yeah. It’s starting to come down.”
“Ah. Good to know. I’m off in a few minutes and looking forward to going home and hunkering down with my dog.”
“Oh.” I squinted. “Do we know each other?”
“I’m Constable Seth Jacobs.” He extended his hand. “Mission City born and raised.”
