Geri Krotow - The Fugitive's Secret Child

“Okaaaaay.” She couldn’t help drawing out her response. Just a little.

“I’ve called because you’ve got new orders, Lopez.”

“Can’t they wait until we’re in? We’re only sixty miles out.” She wanted to be home with her son, in her house. The sooner the better.

“Nope. You’re not stopping in Harrisburg. As a matter of fact, you’re going to pull off in three miles and get a new rental, then head south on I-81. Use your company card and find a hotel when you need to, and hole up. You need to take three days to get back here. You need to practice maximum evasion—not just for his sake but for yours and Justin’s. These are the worst of the worst, Trina. ROC don’t leave anyone alive who’s pegged them.”

“We have to do this all weekend?”

“Yes.”

“Where do we end up, then?” She tried to sound calm, professional.

“Ultimately, you’ll bring Rob Bristol back to his home base.”

The hair on her nape prickled, and she massaged her neck with one hand on the wheel.

“And where is that?”

“Silver Valley.”

“As in where I just bought my new house?” What the hell was Rob Bristol of “TH” doing in Silver Valley?

Corey was quiet for a moment. “Yes. I can’t say anymore on this line. Stop along the way. Stay in more populated areas, at regular hotels. Nothing fancy. You’re just another couple playing tourist. Charge everything to the company.”

Trina groaned. The “company” was of course the US Marshals. This was official business. She blew out a deliberate, angry puff of air. This was not happening to her. Yet inexplicably, it was.

“Roger, boss. Got it.”

“Check in as usual.”

“Will do.”

“And Lopez?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The dog food is on your tab.”

Corey disconnected the call, and Trina would have screamed at the top of her lungs if she were alone.

Alone. Her gaze flew to the mirror and collided with the blue laser that was Rob Bristol’s stare. Justin’s. The glance that had set her on fire at one time, made her wet before he’d stroked between her legs with his fingers. Made her entire body quiver in anticipation.

She gulped. “Your left eye appears to be getting better—the swelling is going down.”

“What did you have on your schedule this weekend?”

Dang it. He’d heard the call. Or her side of it, at least.

“Nothing that can’t be rearranged.” She wished her heart, her soul, felt as calm and easygoing as her reply. Trina had her family and Jake’s friends’ families to rely on. Since they’d moved, though, his friends were forty-five minutes away, north of her office in Harrisburg. They hadn’t set down roots in Silver Valley yet. But he’d be able to stay with her parents, or her brother would stay over at her place with him. She need only make the call.

“There was a time when you would have done anything to spend an overnight with me, Trina.”

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