Page 59 of Tapped

“Keep your tee time. I’ve got this under control. I’m going to run home and grab a shower before I head back to the office and catch up on the transcripts.” I head out of the house with Brax and Tim on my heels.

Tim goes straight to his car down the street, probably heading for his clubs before the next calamity hits.

But not Brax.

He falls in stride next to me. “You know what’s not cool? When your partner that you’ve worked with since the academy has no life and you find out he slept somewhere other than home or the office and doesn’t tell you shit. What am I supposed to do in this scenario?”

I throw him a glare. “Mind your own business like any self-respecting man would?”

“No fucking way.” I refuse to look at him, but I do hear a smile in his tone as he continues to jab at me. “If you don’t fess up soon, I’ll bring out the big guns and tell my wife. And since Landyn’s hormones are raging, you’re going to be in fucking trouble.”

I grab his arm to stop him and jab him in the chest. “First, when do you give two shits what I do when we aren’t together. Second, when did you start talking about scenarios and sticking your nose in my business? You sound like Cole Carson. And third, if you tell Landyn anything, it’ll go to blows.”

“So you are afraid of a pregnant woman.”

“I’m not afraid of anyone,” I spit. “I don’t need her hormones thrown in my face just to appease her need to know where I am twenty-four-seven.”

“You mean where you spend the night and why you’re too busy to answer the phone?”

I lower my voice. “If you put any ideas in your wife’s head, we’re going to have a problem.”

A sly smirk appears. “Family dinner at our house tomorrow, as long as my daughter doesn’t make an early appearance. Landyn wants everyone together one last time before we’re knee-deep in diapers and sleep deprived.”

If Brax threatens to sic his wife on me, I’m not going anywhere near his house—new baby or not. “Rocco mentioned it. I’ll see if I have time since my case blew up twice this week and since you’re about to disappear to bond with a new human, I’ve got to pick up your slack.”

“You’re Brian’s Godfather. Are you really not going to be there for the birth of my daughter?”

“Not if you tell Landyn I’m not sleeping at home.”

“Landyn will know the minute we part ways, and you know it. I tell her everything. There’s no avoiding the hormones.”

“I know you tell your wife everything. Even when cartels and the mafia are involved, and it’s the worst idea ever.”

“Hey, that was the best decision of my life. She followed me across the country and is about to give me a second child.”

I’ve had enough and turn away from him muttering, “I followed you across the country too.”

“Which is why we want you to be the Godfather—again.”

I stop in my tracks and turn back to him. “Again?”

“What do you say?”

“I thought you’d ask Rocco this time,” I say.

He shakes his head. “He’s not ready. Maybe the next one.”

“The next one? You haven’t even had this one yet.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “There will be another one.”

“I’m honored,” I say before adding, “again. Seriously.”

“Now, who were you with last night?”

“Did you ask me to be the Godfather to your unborn daughter just so I’d tell you who I was with?”

He crosses his arms. “So you were with someone. I knew it.”

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