Julie Miller - Nanny 911

The gray dog sat in the back of the truck, watching her. He’d probably known his master was here to take her place, too.

She clenched her fist around the steering wheel as those insecurities that had plagued her since the Rich Girl Killer screwup shivered through her. She was losing the job she loved, losing her family, as Dr. Kilpatrick had put it. Only a girly-girl would sit here and cry about it. Still, the inevitable feelings of loss, betrayal and failure burned beneath her eyelids.

“Randy?” Captain Cutler was speaking in her ear. “You still there?”

Tearing her gaze away from the dog and turning off those self-sabotaging emotions, she managed to keep an even tone as she answered. “I’m here, sir. Why don’t you want me to work over the holiday?”

“I don’t want you to work patrol,” he clarified. “Since you’re not traveling out of town, I’m recruiting you for a dedicated assignment this week. And you will be receiving overtime pay for the extra hours.”

Pay was the last thing on her mind at the moment. “What’s the team going to do at Gallagher Security?”

“Not the team, Randy. You.”

“Well, can’t Holden take the assignment instead of covering for me?”

“No. He can’t.” The normal clip of authority in his tone softened to something slightly more paternal. “I’d consider it a personal favor if you do this for me. Can you meet me tomorrow? After you’re done with whatever plans you have for Christmas morning?”

Miranda’s sigh filled up the cab of the truck. She was available after a bowl of cereal tonight if he wanted. Besides, doing a personal favor for the captain couldn’t hurt her chances of staying on SWAT Team 1 now that Holden Kincaid was back in the picture. “I’ll be there.”

She jotted down the address he gave her and promised to meet him at noon.

What kind of assignment was she good enough for, but Holden wasn’t? Or was it a case of what assignment was Kincaid too good for, but she was adequate enough to fit the bill?

Stop it, Murdock. Miranda willfully shut down that negative voice in her head and disconnected the call. Dr. Kilpatrick might have her pegged better than she’d given the psychologist credit for. Her confidence really had been rattled by recent events.

Miranda shifted the truck into Reverse and pulled out of her parking space. When she braked to shift into Drive, she took a moment to scan her surroundings. There might be skeleton crews working over the holidays at KCPD, but none of them had parked up here. There wasn’t a soul to be seen. It was just her and the unblinking malamute who watched her drive past. And the dog didn’t count.

She was alone on Christmas Eve. No one was here to see her drive away; no one was at her apartment to welcome her home. Her boss had some sort of mysterious assignment that would separate her from the rest of the team for a week.

One might think she’d have gotten used to going solo through life by now.

But she hadn’t.

It stank.

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