Page 110 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

“I’m glad you came around, Oliver,” Brett said.

“Thank you for helping me see the light.”

“You can make it up to me by doing the dishes. I’ll dry.”

Oliver stepped up to the sink.

“I guess that means I clear.” I picked up platters from the table. I’d nearly finished clearing it off when Lindsay entered the kitchen.

“Ah… Duncan? Someone is here to see you?” She seemed nervous. She looked at Oliver. “It’s Agent Marsden.”

Oliver tensed and immediately went to her.

“What the hell? Why does the FBI want to talk to me?”

“She didn’t say. She just apologized for interrupting Christmas and said it was important.”

I looked at Brett, who shrugged. “Alright.” I went to the living room to meet this Agent Marsden. “I understand you need to see…” My last words got stuck in my throat. At the door was the gym goddess I’d fucked a few weeks ago. She wore dark pants and a blazer. Her red hair was pulled back. She looked professional, official, and yet, sex appeal radiated off her.

Her eyes rounded when she saw me, but just as quickly, her expression turned neutral.

"What's this about?" I asked.

“I'm sorry to interrupt your Christmas. But are you the foster parent of Aiden Brennan?"

“Why does the FBI need to know that?”

"As I said, my name is agent Marsden. I'm working on a case involving organized crime and identity theft." She glanced over toward Oliver and Lindsay and then back to me. That made no sense unless it was related to the break-in Lindsay had a few weeks back.

"What does that have to do with Aiden?"

"I believe Aiden was a witness to the murder of a police detective and another woman. I’m here to interview him and protect him.”

I stepped in front of Aiden. “It’s my job to protect Aiden.”

Mira jumped up. “Come on, kiddos. Let’s go to the kitchen and get more cookies.” She looked at me. “Aiden should come too.”

I nodded and nudged him to go with the other kids and Mira.

When I turned back to Agent Marsden, she said, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Aiden is my boy. I’ll protect him.” What a disappointment that the woman I couldn’t stop dreaming of was a Fed. Not that I had anything against law enforcement, but well… let’s just say I had a few negative encounters with cops when I was growing up.

Her green eyes flashed with wild heat. It was almost the same heat I’d seen the moment she’d impaled her sweet pussy over my dick in the sauna.

“Unkadunk?” Lindsay said, putting her hand on my arm. “These people took Olivia. You should take them seriously.”

“Took Olivia?” I turned to Brett.

He gave me a pained expression. “When I was MIA, I was dealing with shit, including Olivia’s kidnapping. Then it was just wanting to get the family settled and the holidays prepared. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it.”

I turned back to Agent Marsden. “Is that true?”

“The murder took place while Mr. Quinlan was rescuing Olivia. Right outside the building they were in. I believe Aiden was in the car when the shooter drove by and killed the kidnappers.”

“Seems like that’s not a bad thing,” I said.

“Dunc,” Brett said. “She’s saying the boy saw this. Even if killing Olivia’s kidnappers is good, having the boy witness it isn’t.”

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