Heroes in Uniform: Soldiers, SEALs, Spies, Rangers and Cops: Sexy Hot Contemporary Alpha Heroes From NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors

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Heroes in Uniform: Soldiers, SEALs, Spies, Rangers and Cops: Sexy Hot Contemporary Alpha Heroes From NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors Page 158

by Sharon Hamilton


  “Big feet?” Sophie added helpfully.

  Which brought a momentary smile onto Wendy’s face. She shook her head. “What are we, juveniles?” She sighed. “Yes, big…feet.”

  She closed her eyes for a long second. “Why is life so complicated? I just want a normal guy who’s nice, who will love us and stick by us. When I’m ready for a relationship,” she added. “I’m so not even ready.”

  “It could be Joe,” Sophie said carefully.

  “What are the chances?”

  Sophie grimaced. “Slim.” She looked away, carefully examining the room.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m not sure I should tell you.” She shook her head. “Probably shouldn’t. It’s Joe’s private business.”

  Wendy sat up in bed. “But you’re my best friend.”

  But Sophie still hesitated a couple of seconds. She blew out some air, then filled her lungs again. “Okay, so you know he used to be this great local football star and he got to go away on a football scholarship?”

  “I think everybody who’s ever been to Broslin knows that.”

  “He was being recruited to turn pro, but he left everything and came back to town.” Sophie paused. “There’s a rumor about that. About why he quit just when he was making it big.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s only a rumor.”

  “Sophie!”

  “Okay. Fine.” She pressed her lips together. “I heard that he hooked up with a girl when he was back in town for a visit. And then a month later, she tracked him down and told him that she was pregnant. He left everything for her. Then a few months into their rushed engagement, she told him she lost the baby. Only she faked the whole pregnancy.” Sophie made a helpless gesture.

  “She was trying to get him on the hook before somebody else did,” Wendy finished for her. “That’s terrible.” Pregnancy was a blessing, not a weapon.

  To know that you had a baby on the way, be all excited about it, then have that beautiful hope crushed—she couldn’t even begin to imagine how much that would hurt. And to find out it’d all been a lie. Getting fooled like that, okay, that could make a man jump out of a perfectly good ambulance if he thought he was being set up again.

  Sophie kissed the top of Justin’s head. “He hasn’t taken a woman seriously since.”

  Wendy clasped her hands on her lap. “And here I am with more baggage than a socialite on world tour: a toddler, another child on the way, and a violent ex.” No wonder Joe had run in the opposite direction.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. She’d held it together during the accident and its aftermath, but suddenly she felt like crying.

  Joe had been burned before. He wasn’t going to stick his hand into the fire again.

  Not that she’d expected him to. She’d expected some kind of civilized arrangement. She hadn’t been foolish enough to think that he’d suddenly turn into the perfect guy for her and they’d create the perfect family.

  Except, after they’d spent time together in Broslin, part of her was beginning to wonder.

  God, she really was stupid.

  “You’re a beautiful person, inside and out.” Sophie reached out to squeeze her hand. “Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

  But Wendy shook her head. “I’m going to have two children from two different men, married to neither. I should go straight to a tattoo parlor from here, get my tramp stamp, and get it over with.”

  “How many men have you slept with? Grand total?” Sophie demanded.

  “Three. Including Joe. But I went out a lot pre-Keith. I was a model and super tall for my age. I never got ID’d. I partied.”

  “You were young. It’s not a sin. Some partying a tramp doesn’t make.”

  Bing popped his head in the door. “Hey there. Can I come in? Is everybody okay?”

  “Bi-bi!” Justin squealed.

  The police captain didn’t look the least put out by the indignity of a baby name. He loved Justin, and Justin loved him right back. The kid couldn’t wait to go out to the farmhouse, where there were horses and his favorite dog in the world, Peaches.

  “Hey, you trooper.” Bing plucked Justin from Sophie. “How do you feel about a cookie?”

  Justin smacked his lips.

  Wendy caught a look of longing on Sophie’s face as she watched her man with the toddler, and wondered if they were trying for a baby. There hadn’t been a proposal, but one had to be imminent. Theirs was the kind of fairy-tale, all-out love story movies were made of: danger and passion, unimaginable setbacks, then love conquering everything.

  And then it occurred to Wendy that since Sophie was a heart-transplant patient, maybe she was advised not to have a baby. She was supposed to avoid physical stress as much as possible.

  Her heart twisted as she watched her friend and the open longing on her face. Bing pulled an oatmeal cookie from his shirt pocket, unwrapped the clear plastic, and handed the cookie to Justin.

  Wendy placed her hand over her belly. Every pregnancy was a blessing. If she could have another baby as healthy and happy as Justin was, she would count herself extremely lucky. She’d been an only child of older parents who didn’t have the energy to drag her around to playdates. She’d been a pretty lonely kid. She didn’t want that for Justin.

  Sophie caught the hand on Wendy’s barely there baby bump. “So everything checked out?”

  “Yes. No harm done. We’re all healthy.” All three of them. “As soon as the doctor comes and signs the discharge papers, we’re good to leave.”

  “Bing can take you home.” Sophie stood. “I’ll swing by the grocery store and get enough stuff to fill your fridge so you won’t have to leave the apartment for a couple of days.”

  Because her car was all smashed up. Wendy closed her eyes for a second. She had no idea where she was going to get the money for repairs. All she could do was pray that her insurance would pay.

  “Thanks.” She glanced toward Bing. “You came separately?”

  “He was at the office.” Sophie smiled at him before turning back to Wendy. “Do you need help dressing? Bing could take Justin out to the hallway.”

  Wendy looked down at her green hospital gown and nodded, grateful beyond words for her friends.

  They were home within an hour, her fridge stocked, Bing and Sophie on their way home. Justin was sleeping in his room, tuckered out from all the excitement. Wendy lay down next to him and watched her son sleep.

  They could have died today. There was nothing like a near-death experience to make you appreciate what you had.

  She received a second chance with her babies, and she swore she wasn’t going to waste it. She wasn’t going to live it in fear. She was going to make something of herself. She was going to make her fledgling photography business work.

  Since she’d moved to Wilmington, she’d been modeling for weekly circulars, corporate commercials, charity fashion shows, and even received regular calls from a home shopping channel that filmed its shows in West Chester.

  She’d lost a lot of that during her first pregnancy, but her needs had been minimal at the time. She’d been living with Keith. She didn’t have to worry about rent.

  After Justin was born, she lost the weight quickly and went back to work full-time. But a lot of that work would stop again once she started showing with this baby. And even if her current agency still wanted her after the pregnancy, the income simply wouldn’t be enough to support her and two children.

  She was twenty-six. Soon to be the single mother of two kids. With no formal education, and no marketable skills. But the good thing about making bad decisions was that anyone could stop at any time and march off in the opposite direction. Theoretically.

  Keith had always said that she’d starve to death if she ever left him. He’d taunted her with predictions of how fast her life would fall apart without him.

  She refused to prove him right. That wasn’t the kind of role model she wanted to be for her children.

  She tho
ught of Sophie, pretty much the strongest woman she knew. What would Sophie do?

  She’d have some inspirational quote handy, for starters. Like CREATE THE LIFE YOU WANT TO LIVE or something like that.

  Then she would probably make some lists and a plan.

  Wendy pressed a light kiss onto her son’s head, then got up. “Okay. Time to stop letting others define me, figure out who I am, and make it work,” she said aloud as she walked out into the kitchen, because she remembered Sophie saying that you had to state your intention clearly to the universe.

  The words felt good as they left her lips. Right.

  But what next?

  Joe knew who he was. Hot jock, football hero, cop. He was all cocky and self-assured and sometimes full of hot air. She didn’t necessarily like everything about him, but the man knew exactly who he was, and that was something.

  She bit her lip. Everybody was who they made themselves, her first agent used to say. Time to remake Wendy.

  * * *

  Joe was done thinking about Wendy and why she was claiming to be having his baby. Her words kept popping into his head all afternoon. What on earth was he supposed to do with them? She was a lovely woman with a great kid, in a bad situation. Joe wanted to help her, he really did.

  But he kept getting hung up on the pregnancy thing.

  He focused instead on the Brogevich case.

  Since the warrant for the patient files had finally come in, Harper had the boxes in the conference room, a couple of dozen files laid out on the long table, the rest still in boxes.

  They had over two hundred files to go through, and those were just the active patients, some of whom saw the doc a few times a week, some once a week, some once a month, some only once every three months, as maintenance.

  Phil’s data storage vendor held hundreds more files of past, inactive patients, according to Doris. If Joe and Harper didn’t find what they were looking for here, they would have to get a warrant for that batch.

  “We could separate out patients with violent tendencies first,” Joe suggested.

  Harper put down the file he was paging through and opened his mouth to say something, but his buzzing phone cut him off. He glanced on the screen. “I have to go out on another case. Can you handle this here?”

  “No problem.”

  As Harper rushed off, Joe grabbed an empty box to drop the selected files into, then he went back to the beginning and began looking for behavioral abnormalities that showed violent tendencies.

  The files were arranged in alphabetical order, so he started with A, the work slow, pages and pages of therapy notes, drug prescriptions, lab work. Each file took considerable time. Depression, phobia, anxiety, depression and more depression, PTSD. He dropped that last one into the look-at-it-closer-later box.

  Anxiety, anxiety, insomnia, depression, phobia. Depression with suicidal thoughts. He grabbed that one. People who committed suicide sometimes took others with them, although Joe never understood that impulse.

  Half an hour later, he was still in the middle of the Bs when Captain Bing popped his head in. “How is it going? Anything?”

  “I’m pulling files of patients with potential to become violent. Then Harper and I can go out and do interviews.”

  The man nodded. “You heard anything from Wendy?”

  “Keith Kline is still locked up.”

  “Good. Coming to Jack’s party tonight?”

  “I could stay and finish this,” he offered.

  But the captain shook his head. “Mike can give you a hand with this tomorrow if needed.”

  Right. Joe did want to be there. Jack was a hell of a detective. The department was taking a loss with his leaving. “Okay. I’ll finish what I can, then come back to it first thing in the morning.”

  The captain pulled back and closed the door behind him.

  Joe worked another two hours before it was time to leave. By that time, he was all the way to the letter G.

  The others were already gone. Robin Combs handled incoming calls behind the front desk.

  “Go for it. You can’t go wrong going with your heart,” she called after Joe as he walked out.

  He had no idea what she was talking about, and he didn’t want to know. He hopped into his car and drove over to the party.

  Finnegan’s, Broslin’s one and only Irish pub, was bursting with people and music as he walked in. Gleaming wood everywhere, green upholstery, the place was comfortable and masculine, smelling of good beer and Irish food, making a man feel instantly welcome and relaxed as he stepped through the door. It was the place for guys to hang out on a Friday night.

  Rose Finnegan ran the kitchen like an admiral, while Sean Finnegan manned the bar. What he didn’t know about beer wasn’t worth knowing. They were good, honest people, cheerful, hardworking. They treated their customers like family.

  Since they were also the proud parents of one Detective Harper Finnegan, they’d volunteered the establishment for Jack’s good-bye party.

  About two dozen people had shown up, all gathered now in the back room—everyone from the PD except Robin, who had to stay to field calls. Mike and Chase were drinking soda, in case they were needed and had to go out on a call. The rest of them, including family, friends, and neighbors, were hanging on to their pints.

  “You made it.” Harper handed Joe a drink. “Found anything in the files?”

  “Not yet.”

  “We’ll get back to them in the morning.” He touched his glass to Joe’s. “Have fun. Might as well relax while you’re taking a break.”

  He was right. Finnegan’s was the kind of place a man could come to forget his troubles for a night. Which Joe was determined to do, if it killed him.

  But, for the first time ever, his Guinness didn’t taste right. Wendy was messing with his brain. Well, she could only do that if he let her.

  He put on his happy face and clapped Jack on the back as the man walked by him. “Any chance you’ll change your mind?”

  Jack’s face split into a wide smile. “I have a baby coming.”

  Yeah, weird. A year ago, Joe would have bet good money that he’d never hear those words out of Jack’s mouth. When they’d first met, Jack carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, a lone wolf obsessed with a gruesome serial killer. And now here he was with a goofy grin on his face when he said the word “baby.” He was a cautionary tale in how love could change a man.

  “I hate to say this, but we’ll miss you,” Joe told him.

  “If you start missing me too much, you can always come out to the house and help me chop wood.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to miss you that much, old man.”

  They shared a grin, then Harper came by and grabbed Jack to drag him into the middle of the room for a toast. Then Chase took over. Then the next guy and the next.

  As Joe grabbed a handful of peanuts from the nearest table, his eyes caught a curvy blonde he hadn’t seen around before smiling at him from the bar. He nodded to her before turning back to his friends.

  Jack was hugging Ashley, the love of his life, close to his side. Joe checked the successful local artist over. She looked pretty slim. She wasn’t showing yet. Then again, Wendy wasn’t either.

  Odd how he could see even Jack—former champion in surly and snarly—as a father before he could see himself in that role.

  Wendy had said she was carrying his baby. Like hell she was. He was responsible with women, always had been. She’d seemed so sane and good. Why would she lie about this? Maybe she thought he’d do a better job at protecting her if there was a stronger personal connection.

  Ashley laughed, then kissed Jack, the kind of kiss that said “love” plain and simple, and a look in her eyes that promised more X-rated things later.

  Sophie was hanging on to Bing’s every word. She was one tough cookie. And sweet too. She looked at Bing as if he walked on water. The captain lucked out with her.

  But Sophie reminded Joe of her friend Wendy aga
in, and the fact that he didn’t seem to keep Wendy from his thoughts for five damn minutes soured the fun of the gathering.

  While Captain Bing entertained the people at the party with tales of every blunder Jack had made during his time with the PD, Joe strode over to the curvaceous blonde at the bar. Short blue silk dress, deep neckline, five-inch heels.

  Her smile widened, then grew suggestive. “Hey, handsome.”

  “Hey, yourself. How are you doing?”

  She looked him over, not missing an inch. Her gaze hesitated on his scar, then moved on, settled on his lips.

  “Better by the minute. Can I buy you a drink?” She leaned closer, close enough for him to see down her dress. She had a rack that could hold beer mugs.

  “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

  “In town for a friend’s wedding.” She rolled her eyes. “Small town, huh? Not much excitement. Your party looks good. Why don’t you invite me over?”

  He could. Except, suddenly he wanted nothing more than to get out of the place. “I’m Joe. Why don’t I give you the dime tour of Broslin?”

  “Even better.” She slid off her barstool slowly, sinuously, making sure her dress would slide up her long thighs as high as possible. Then she laughed and gave a halfhearted effort to tug the material down, to draw his attention there in case he’d missed the show. “I’m Candice.”

  When Sean Finnegan behind the bar came over, Joe picked up Candice’s tab while Sean grinned and shook his head at him, mumbling, “New record,” under his breath when Candice turned to grab her purse.

  Joe gave the man a good-natured shrug. He’d taken women home from Finnegan’s before, but on previous occasions, they’d at least had a conversation first.

  He had the Camaro with him, which made Candice laugh with delight. “Oooh, dark and dangerous.”

  Which, for some reason, annoyed him, so he went around to the driver’s side and let her get her door herself.

  “I want to see everything worth seeing,” she said, her tone full of innuendo.

  “Buckle in.”

  He drove down the street, turning right at the red light. “Broslin’s a mushroom town. Horse and cow country, originally, then someone figured out what to do with all that shit.”

 

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