With that cryptic comment, he turned and started down the hall.

His wide, strong shoulders bunched with tension as he went.

“Lou?” I called to his retreating back.

He froze, and turned around slowly.

“No,” he said. “You haven’t known her long enough yet.”

I grinned. “You realize that’s not going to stop me, right? That I do plan on doing it whether I have your permission or not. I just wanted you to know my intentions. I’d planned on waiting until all of this was over, but I changed my mind.”***I lifted Blake into my arms, carrying her effortlessly into the bedroom.

She didn’t even stir as I laid her on the bed, and threw the covers over her.

She made the cutest little groan as she settled deeper into the bed, and it took all I had not to roll her over and start fucking her before she was even awake.

Alas, I turned on my heel and ran through my nightly routine of trimming my beard, washing my hands and face, and slicking on some deodorant and removing my prosthesis before getting into bed.

I slipped under the covers and slid into the middle, all too aware of my missing limb as I pulled Blake into my arms.

She curled her legs around my leg, and snuggled deeply into my chest before giving another cute sigh, and falling back to sleep.

I was nearly asleep myself when the pager on my nightstand went off, alerting me to a SWAT call.

“Motherfucker,” I breathed.Chapter 18When the scent on his pillow has to be enough.

-Night shift wife

Foster

“You’re the bomb,” I said to Alice as I let her into the living room.

Alice was a fellow police officer that lived downstairs.

I was lucky as fuck that she was at home, otherwise I would’ve been torn on leaving Blake by herself. Especially with the shit storm that was swirling above her head lately.

“You’re welcome, Foster. I just wish you’d have called me for something other than to babysit your woman,” her sultry voice said from behind me.

I winced.

Yeah, we’d slept together before.

It’d been convenient, but neither one of us had been looking for anything but a good time.

Something that we got, and then left soon afterwards.

“Whatever you do, don’t piss her off. Her uncle is the Chief. Trust me, you don’t want any of her kind of trouble,” I ordered, tossing her a look over my shoulder.

She tossed me a glare that clearly showed how scared she really was.

“And whatever you do, don’t tell her we’ve slept together. I want her to stay where she’s at, which totally defeats the entire purpose of having you here if you piss her off and make her leave,” I explained, picking up my keys from the table.

“Whatever,” Alice said.

I winced.

Alice, although a cop, was also a girl.

She had hormones, and mood swings just like the rest of the female population.

She was also pissy that I hadn’t called her in a while.

She was a professional, though, and enjoyed her job.

I also saw her as a friend I could count on, which was why I was trusting her with one of the most important things in my world.

Something that kind of startled me. Especially since it’d been so short of a time period since we’d met.

“Thank you, Alice,” I said. “Make yourself at home.”

I stopped though, turning back around. “Except my room. Don’t go in there unless you have to.”

She flipped me off, and I left with a smile on my face.

When I got to the station, though, I wasn’t smiling at all.

“What do you mean you’re afraid of heights?” Luke said, yelling. “You were a fuckin’ SEAL!”

“Hey man, back the fuck off,” I said as we got into Rita.

Rita was actually an armored truck. Something that was made to withstand a shit ton of violence and keep on truckin’.

I wasn’t really sure who’d started calling the truck Rita, but it was permanent now, and didn’t look to be changing ever again.

“I said I was nervous around heights. I never said anything about being scared of them. I’ll still do my job,” I snarled. “And what’s your fuckin’ problem tonight?”

Luke grimaced. “Reese started picking up shifts on the cardiology floor at the hospital. That’s one floor away from the fuckin’ roof where we’re going. I don’t like her there, but she’s stuck.”

That explained that.

Immensely.

I’d be short, too, had I been in his shoes.

Luckily, though, the man we were going to the hospital to get out was on the roof.

Which meant that the man wouldn’t be able to get back off the roof without a badge to scan him back in.

The trip there was spent talking schematics of the hospital, what we were going to do, and if we were to take lethal force if needed.

As I entered the hospital behind Luke, I stopped abruptly when a familiar pair of shoulders, and a steely pair of eyes caught mine before he disappeared around the corner.

“What the fuck?” I asked, startled.

Why was Lou here?

And if he was here, why was he leaving when there was clearly a hostage situation going on upstairs?

He couldn’t lie to me and tell me he didn’t know.

That man knew shit before other people even had time to report it.

Yet I didn’t have the time to dwell on the fact because we heard the man that had tried to kill me earlier start screaming.

We couldn’t tell what he was saying, though. It all just sounded like a bunch of gibberish from this far down.

He was really yelling, too.

I followed Luke, not sparing Lou another thought as we made it through security and straight to the stairs.

The elevator had been temporarily turned off, the only people that could override it were us, medical personnel that would need it in case of an emergency, and the fire department.

No one would be coming in or out without us knowing.

“Alright, boys,” Luke said as we climbed the last flight of stairs. “Stay safe and stay sharp.”

Something that Luke said every single time we entered a situation such as the one we were about to head into.

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