Page 130 of Sinning for Santa

He rolls his eyes at me, and as we round the bend in the road, we both eye the town entrance ahead, and the police cruiser sitting on the other side of the closed gates.

“How’s that going anyway?” I keep the subject off me, and he happily obliges.

“Well, she’s awake. And only tried to kill me twice, so I think that’s progress.”

Fucking hell. He insisted on taking the crazy chick we rescued from the facility back to his house, determined not to show her the inside of another prison. His words, not mine.

“You’re not equipped for the level of care that woman needs, man. Just let me take her to get proper care.”

“No,” he barks quickly as we descend the hill. “Not yet. Just give me time.”

I roll my eyes at my best mate, certain he’s already in over his head.

“Fine, but the second you need help, you fucking tell me.” I point sternly at him.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He grins, drawing a cross over his chest with his finger.

Sighing, I turn my sights on the two police officers stepping away from their car to approach the gate.

“Well, let’s see who’s getting arrested today.”

Finn chuckles quietly at my remark, and as we approach my men on this side of the gate, they step aside to allow the officer to see me better.

“Officer Zimora. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Sorry for the unannounced visit,” Jason Zimora, one of the local cops we have on our payroll peers at me through the gates, “but I’ve been asked by a Metro department to do a welfare check on a woman. Jaxcen Summers. Her father is claiming that she’s been kidnapped.”

“Is he? How is Mr Summers?” I smirk, and Jason does too, which his partner, watching on a few metres behind him, can’t see.

“It seems he’s recovering in hospital. Got his fingers caught in a garbage disposal.”

“Is that so?” I ask, feigning surprise.

“Yeah. Know anything about that?” Jason shifts to widen his stance, resting one hand on his belt as he fights a grin.

“What I know is you really shouldn’t put your hand in a garbage disposal.”

He nods. “No, seems like a bad idea if you want to keep your fingers.”

I nod, and lift my brows, waiting for him to get to the point.

“So, can I come in and search for Miss Summers?”

“No need.” I take out my phone and call Miles, hearing it ring twice before he answers.

“Boss?”

“Can you please ask Miss Summers to join us at the front gate?”

“Yep. Be down with her soon.” Miles grunts and hangs up.

“So she’s here?” the second officer asks from behind Jason.

“Yes.”

“Of her own volition?” The other officer moves closer and I nod.

“Yes.”

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