Page 258 of Not Over You

"Morning, sir."

"Jesus Christ, Mack, you’ve got to get over to Golden Meadows right now. I just got a call from the police station, and the whole damn squad, plus state police are there.”

I ball my fist. Those fucking Weller Brothers. "What happened? Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah, everyone's okay." Brocker lets loose a frustrated sigh. “The dredgers found a car at the bottom of the fucking pond that's linked to a cold case that happened over 30 years ago."

Holy hell. "And the Wellers?” I spring into action tugging on my pants and reaching for a clean T-shirt.

"Those assholes are being brought in for questioning. You know, I wanted the Wellers to end up in the custody of the police for all the bullshit they pulled with us, but not at the price of closing my construction site for an investigation."

I nod, my mind going through all the details again. "I imagine the police will keep you updated, and hopefully the case will get solved as soon as possible. I'll have my men drive the property and instruct any subs on the grounds to pack up and go home and not to return until they’re instructed."

"Thanks, Mack. I'll see you at Golden Meadow."

I look up to see Brooke leaning against the doorway, still wrapped in her sheet. "So I guess we're not going to have morning nookie to start the day."

I groan and run a hand over my face. "Rain check?"

She smiles and pushes off the frame, walking in and trying not to drop her sheet. "Sure, when?"

I reach out and pull her onto my lap, loving the sound of her giggles. I nuzzle her neck, pressing soft kisses to the base of her throat. "How about tonight?"

She starts laughing again, hops off my lap, and starts gathering her clothes. "You can't have makeup morning sex at night. The whole thing is that it's in the morning before you start your day."

"Then let's have it tonight and tomorrow morning." I walk over, trail the backsides of my fingers down the line of her spine, then zip up her dress.

She turns, tilts on her tiptoes, and presses her soft lips against mine. "And just where is all the sex supposed to take place? I live with Aunt Trudy and her watchdog Duncan, and you basically live in a frat house of firefighters."

I nod. "You're right. We should probably just get our own place."

She swats me with one of my socks.

I wag my brows. "Too soon?"

She holds up her thumb and forefinger with a small space between. "Maybe just a little bit."

"Well, at least will always have Captain Mack's station quarters."

"Oh, there goes my phone. It's Aunt Trudy again."

Brooke answers the call and presses her pointer finger to her lips. "Yes, Aunt Trudy? Yes, I'm on the way. Oh, okay. Thank you. See you soon."

She disconnects and looks at me with flaming cheeks. "She wanted to let you know that your men have set up post at the front of the development. And that you're invited for dinner on Sunday."

My brows shoot up. "Oh, wow, Sunday dinner? That's serious."

Brooke's blue eyes sparkle with amusement. "Too soon for my family dinner?"

I stand, pull her to me, cups her cheeks, and look deep into her eyes. "With you, honeybee, nothing's too soon. In fact, tell Aunt Trudy that I can't wait."

Golden Meadow's pond is completely surrounded with police cars. If I didn’t know better, I would think national security was at stake.

And Owen Brocker looked ready to punch someone. I start walking over to him when I spot him making a beeline for Frost Forest's local police chief.

"Hey, Dick!"

The chief scowls. "How many times do I have to tell you, Brocker? It's Richard."

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