Page 22 of Dangerous Lies

“I don'tgetwhy someone would just knock me out and put me in the basement.” She didn't understand what he wanted.

Grim sat back down next to her. “Thereare a lot of sick fuckers in the world. Believe me, I've seen them and dealt with them. You will go insane if you try to figure out their thinking. Many are mentally unstable and don't have rational thought process.”

The front door opened, and Ginger strode in with Tyler against his chest. Her boy was asleep in his arms.

Tears rushed back, tomorrow she would tell him about his son, and together they would figure out their next move, because keepingita secret was not fair to Tyler.

“I can take him up.” She wanted to wrap her arms around her boy.

Ginger gave her a raised brow. “You're still coming down from the high. I can take him up to bed. He's also heavy, and you need to rest. Go to bed, I’ll lock the house up, and we can figure everything else out tomorrow.”

He headed up the stairs with Tyler asleep in his arms.

Grim squeezed Rose’s shoulder as she passed by her on her way to the door. Rose climbed the stairs and stopped outside her son's room.

Ginger whispered something to Tyler, and her heart melted. The six-foot-three man was putty whenitcame to her son.

She couldn't deny she had wanted him, but she wondered if he would hate her come tomorrow when she told him the truth.

9

GINGER

Ginger tossed and turned in the guest bedroom. His mind kept picturing the boy's eyes, and he couldn’t stop thinking about the question Tyler had asked him as he’d tucked him into bed: are you my father?

The idea had floated across his mind a couple of times, and his teammates seemed to have noticed the resemblance too.

He wanted to bang on Rose's bedroom door open and demand toknowwho the boy's father was, but she'd already had a hard as fuck day. Besides, he wasn't sure what he would do if the boy was his.Itwasn't like hecouldup and move his life, butitmight be possible? Once the mission was over, technically, his military career was up to him. When he got his discharge papers, his future was his choice. One thing he was certain about was that he wouldn't pull the kid out of Rose's arms. She’d raised him since birth.

Brittany had just handed their son over. She was so bent on finding her husband she didn't stop to think about the people's lives she’d destroyed along the way. For years, he’d pined over her death. Even blamed himself. In reality, he was a steppingstone in her plan, and she hadn't ever given a fuck about him.

The damn woman was also the reason he’d stopped looking for love. He didn't think he deservedit.

He threw the sheets to the side, knowing he couldn'tgetan ounce of sleep tonight. He'd bettergetsome work done. When he stepped out into the hall he heard, whimpers coming from Rose's room.

He pushed the door open, and she thrashed in the bed.

“No.” Her voice cracked.

Ginger rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms. “It'sokay.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “Ginger?”

“You had a bad dream,” he told her.

She wiggled in his arms, and he couldn't hold back the groan as her ass rubbed against his dick.

God, he was a horrible person, but he had a hard time controlling himself around her at the best of times.

“You can let me go,” she whispered.

“I think I'll hold you a little longer if that's okay? You scared the shit out of me earlier when I couldn't find you.”

She rested her head against his chest as he moved over in the bed, so his back was against her wood headboard.

“I should have never opened the box. His note was different. I've seen enough serial killer shows to catch an escalation.”

He racked his mind trying to remember if Lucas had mentioned a note. The cops had taken the box to fingerprint, but he couldn't remember a single person saying anything about a letter.

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