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“Get it.”

After she retrieved what he’d demanded and had handed it over, the agent took pictures of their identification, then gave it back. “I’ll be in touch with the owner of this truck to see if he wants to press charges. In the meantime, you can be on your way. But understand, you’re on my radar. If the owner wants you charged, I’ll be seeing you soon. If he doesn’t, I still have eyes on you. If either of you so much as takes in a breath sideways where he or anyone he’s associated with is concerned, I’ll have you in cuffs before you can exhale.” The lines of the agent’s jaw hardened. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir. We understand,” Cameron said smartly while Mellie just nodded her head mutely, clearly scared out of her mind.

The agent nodded, then walked to his car, got in, and pulled it forward so Mel’s car was no longer blocked in.

“Go,” he said, when he got back out. “And do not try anything like this again.”

Cameron and Mel scrambled to their car, started it up, and drove away with their eyes wide and their bodies shaking.

“Problem solved,” Joe gloated impishly from behind Mike.

“And just who is that?” Mike asked, pointing.

The DEA and the FBI often had joint missions, so he was certain it was someone Joe had met while in the field.

“Why don’t we go find out?” she grinned.

They walked out into the open where the agent stood, legs slightly spread, hands behind his back.

“I want to thank you,” Mike began, extending a hand and having it taken in a strong grasp. “That was my ex, and she was definitely trying to disable my vehicle.”

“Well, shit. I sure hope your taste in women has improved since the divorce, Mike,” the agent replied easily.

“Wha…? Who…?”

The man grinned, then slowly took off his hat and sunglasses, and…

No way!

“Cruz?”

Holy shit. Not only had Joe tracked down his old football teammate, she’d set him up and saved the day.

Cruz chuckled and Mike laughed, both moving forward to embrace each other amidst hearty backslaps.

“Son of a bitch,” Mike marveled, finally taking a step back as he wiped the tears of joy and laughter from his eyes. “Now I know where the gum wrappers came from.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“I hope you don’t think I’m that mean.” Joe snuggled into Mike’s side as they lay in his bed. It was four o-clock in the afternoon, and after an hour of unbelievable sex where both she and Mike had vied for control in all kinds of positions, it was almost time to get up.

Joe sighed, wanting more naked time with her man, but the kids would be home soon, and Joe and Mike had agreed there’d be no sex while the young people were in the house. Which sucked, but they were both on the same page. Joe was coming to adore Mike’s children, and she didn’t want them to think less of her because she was tapping their dad.

But that’s not what she was apologizing for right now.

Mike knew what she meant.

“You’ve already given me your regrets at least a dozen times,” Mike chuckled as she nuzzled into the light smattering of fur on his chest. She loved the way his pecs felt under her lips, and how they rose up and down with his amusement.

“I know. But I feel terrible. If you’d told me you still suffered a reaction seeing a pile of ‘G word’ stuff, I never would have set you up.”

“You can say gum, Joe,” Mike laughed. “My head won’t explode. I promise. And I’m only skeeved when that shit creeps up on me. As long as I’m prepared, I’m good. Besides, wasn’t it Cruz who planted the wrappers?”

“With my approval,” Joe admitted with a sigh.

“Not blaming you, Joe. But I’ll make sure Cruz feels the pain.”

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