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And Jack was there as well.
Who could mistake the only female member of the team? She didn’t wear a lick of makeup while she worked, but her features were strikingly gorgeous in any light or situation.
She looked ready to kick ass and never break a sweat.
The group shifted and opened up, giving Tracy a clear view of Weston.
He moved to the doorway of the van and looked out. His placid work expression faltered for a split second, and she saw irritation clearly written on his features.
Weston turned to the side and leaned out to talk to a uniformed Deputy stationed just outside the doorway. He didn’t say many words, but the deputy made a beeline straight for the camera, putting his hand up to block the lens. "Sorry, sir. We need you to back up another thirty feet for the safety of the Ranger team.
Tracy sat back down on the side of her bed, her hand still touching the button she was about to open.
“Looks like they’re moving our cameras back again.” The newscaster chuckled a little. “From what our crew has been able to gather at the scene, what started as a domestic violence call has escalated. Two people inside the home have been injured and talks have broken down in the attempt to release the injured people from the tense standoff.”
WLZE had put the map back on the screen and Tracy drew in a breath as she bit down on her lip.
Since she’d started dating Weston, she’d paid more attention to news stories about law enforcement.
Especially SWAT.
Before, she’d avoid those news stories like the plague.
She would have to be dead not to know that her father was Chief of the Texas Rangers. He’d been the face of the agency for years.
It was impossible for her not to know what he was doing, professionally.
She just didn’t want to see him if she could help it.
Unlike her mom who had found love again, Tracy felt a different emotion at his mention.
Pain.
There was still this hole inside of her.
It started when they’d locked the door of the house behind them and had stayed open ever since.
Sure, her mom was amazing and had showered her with love. Her stepdad was a good man, too. He was always checking in with her, making sure she wouldn’t need for anything.
He might not be her biological father, but he was her dad in other ways.
It just wasn’t the same thing.
Her father was the one she’d always wanted to hold her. When she fell down and broke her arm, she’d wanted him to lift her up off the ground and hold her close.
But in the ER, it had been her mom and an officer who had been sent to tell them that her father was at the scene of a robbery and he’d be there as soon as he could.
She was trying really hard to put that all behind her.
And yet, here she was, watching with rapt attention as the SWAT team was called in to a situation and she knew the danger they were facing.
The danger that Weston was facing.
Suddenly, she was on her feet, moving back through the main room and over to the counter in the kitchen. Her phone was there, the screen on and glowing blue in the half-dark.
Tracy picked up the phone and saw there were a number of messages on her phone.
SMEXY: Hey, Babe. I'm on the way to a call.
