Page 25 of Watch Me
I leaned against the doorjamb, watching her as she slid on her boots. “Did you tell him that yourboyfriend isa cop and he wouldn’t like that?”
“Nope, didn’t get that far.”
“If you see him again, make sure you tell him.”
Reagan stood and cupped my cheeks in her warm hands. She smiled. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re the only man I want.”
“Good.” I didn’t mean to get all possessive, but I wasn’t about to lose Reagan a second time. I never wanted to be without heragain.
“Can I act possessively when we pick up the boys?” she teased, moving past me toward the kitchen table where her pursewas.
“Only when it comes to Jess and not my boys.”
“Trust me, I know your boys are your priority.”
“They are,” I agreed. I hooked a thumb over my shoulder as I followed her to the front door. “Don’t you need to turn off your laptop?”
“No. It’s plugged in and will go to sleep on its own.”
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Rubbing the back of my neck, I said, “I’d feel better if you turned it off.”
She blinked. “Why?”
“I’m working on a case now, and it appears someone was watching my vic through her webcam.”
Reagan gasped. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. In fact, to put me at ease, we’re going to cover up your built-in camera with black tape or something when we get back.”
I didn’t think anyone was watching Reagan but knowing someonecouldwatch anyone through their webcam—and without them knowing—made my skincrawl.
Especially thinking about someone watchingReagan.
We pulled up to my old house, and I took a deep breath after turning off the engine of my F150. “Ready?” Iquestioned.
“Of course. I’m excited to meet the spawn of Ethan Valor.”
I chuckled, and we both got out of the truck. Unlike most weeks, my kids didn’t come running out of the house. I knew it was because Jess was being a bitch and keeping them inside to make me bring Reagan up to the door.
I grabbed my girlfriend’s hand and knocked. It felt weird knocking on a door I used to have a key to, for a house I used to own, but I wasn’t going to show Jessica that her little game got to me.
It didn’t.
The door swung open, and Tyson was there, smiling from ear to ear. Dropping Reagan’s hand, I knelt and engulfed my youngest in my arms. “Hey, buddy.”
“Mommy said you have a girlfriend.”
I chuckled and looked up at Reagan. She was looking down, smiling. “Yeah, this is Reagan, my girlfriend.”
She knelt, too. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Tyson. Your daddy told me you like to go fast on your scooter.”
He bobbed his head rapidly with a huge grin across hisface.
Cohen stepped outside and gave me a quick hug. “Hey, champ. This is Reagan.”
Reagan pointed at Cohen. “And you love to play memory match games and Uno. Your daddy told me there’s no way I’d ever beat you at either game. Especially match game.”
He smiled slowly. “It’s true.”
