The Cradle Files. Delores Fossen
was a witch to deal with, and he didn’t have the time to let the effects wear off naturally.
He needed a clear head, and he needed it now.
Across the room, seated on the break room sofa, Lexie was finishing up her handwritten statement and sipping coffee as well. She was also making the same disapproving expression at the bitter taste. Well, that was partly the reason for her expression.
Some of it was aimed at him.
All right. Most of it was aimed at him.
“I hope I don’t have to say I told you so again,” Lexie grumbled. Practically tearing through the sheets of paper with the tip of the pen, she signed her name to the report and tossed it onto the table.
It wasn’t the first time she’d voiced that complaint since they’d arrived at police headquarters an hour earlier. Garrett didn’t think it would be the last, either.
Nope.
He was in for a night of her complaints. Garrett just hoped those objections weren’t warranted. Because it might be awhile before he could figure out if coming here had indeed been a bad idea. It might be longer still before he could discover if there was a departmental leak. Or worse, a would-be departmental killer who had a penchant for running women off the road.
Garrett dropped his statement on top of Lexie’s and checked the clock mounted on the wall. His brother, Lieutenant Brayden O’Malley, would be arriving within minutes. The shooting and those gunmen put this case right in his brother’s lap. However, even if it hadn’t fallen within Brayden’s realm of responsibility, Garrett had no plans to go to anyone else. He’d already decided to keep this investigation close to the vest.
Or rather, in the family.
“We’re wasting time,” Lexie continued. She practically slapped the foam cup of coffee on the adjacent table, and got up to pace.
“We’re staying alive,” Garrett corrected. “That is what you want, right?”
Lexie stopped pacing only long enough to send a narrowed, fiery glance his way. “I thought you believed me about the baby.”
Her words sent a jab of pain through his right temple. He’d meant to set this whole issue aside until they’d resolved the gunmen situation, but he now knew he couldn’t. “I believe you believe it.”
She stopped again. Right in front of him. Mere inches away. “Refresh my memory—are you always this pigheaded?”
“Always.”
Lexie huffed and squared her shoulders. She was probably aiming for a show of strength, but failed miserably. Because there was nothing she could do to dissolve that look in her eyes. The pain.
The fear.
He wasn’t unaffected by that look, either. Despite all the bad blood between them, there were other things between them as well. The past that stained their present relationship was one he couldn’t forget.
With her broken memories, Lexie was lucky. In that respect. She probably didn’t remember the attraction that had started all of this. It was too bad he couldn’t give himself a little dose of selective amnesia. It would help him focus on getting those men who’d tried to kill them.
“I remember something,” she said out of the blue.
Garrett pulled himself away from the unwanted trip down memory lane so he could make eye contact. She was staring at him. No. She was studying him.
“You remembered who’s trying to kill you?” he asked.
She blinked. Shook her head. And it seemed as if she’d changed her mind about what she’d been on the verge of saying. “No. Not that. It’s not important.”
He grabbed her arm when she tried to step away. “Excuse me? Your memory returning isn’t important?” And he made sure his voice was dripping with cynicism.
“It’s not my full memory. It’s a memory. As in one. One memory that I shouldn’t have even mentioned.”
“Why?” he asked before he thought it through. And he was immediately sorry about that. Because he saw the blush spread across her cheeks. “Oh,” he mumbled. “You remembered us having sex.”
“Not quite. But I, uh, remembered the kiss leading up to it.”
That was some memory to regain. Garrett remembered that kiss, as well. Unfortunately, he remembered it in full, blazing detail. And probably because he was standing so close to Lexie, the memory was as crystal clear as the original.
“It’s still there,” Lexie said, looking up at him. “The attraction,” she explained.
As if he needed any clarification.
“It’s there,” he admitted, since a lie that big would have stuck in his throat. “But bad things happened the last time we acted on that attraction.”
She flinched. “You mean the baby.”
“No.” His quick response surprised him almost as much as it obviously surprised her. “If there is a baby, then that’s not a bad thing.”
He meant it. He’d never considered himself father material, but if there was a child, then he would love his baby and do whatever it took to get her back and keep her safe.
“Thank you,” Lexie whispered.
The emotion in her voice drew his gaze back to hers. “For what?”
“For caring about the baby.”
Oh, man. There were tears in her eyes. Tears! Again. He couldn’t keep resisting her. He would have almost certainly pulled her into his arms to offer what meager comfort he could offer.
But he didn’t get a chance.
“Want to tell me what’s going on here?” he heard someone ask.
But not just anyone. His brother, Brayden.
Garrett shifted his attention to the doorway and spotted his older sibling standing there. Even though Brayden had been called in well after normal duty hours, he still managed to look very much like a cop in charge. He was wearing khakis and a crisp white shirt. Tucked in, of course. He had his badge clipped to his belt.
Garrett suddenly felt very unprofessional in the black T-shirt and boots he’d grabbed from his locker. Still, the too casual attire was far better than the alternative. When he’d arrived at headquarters, he’d only been wearing jeans.
“Well? What’s going on here?” Brayden repeated. He glanced at Lexie, and though his expression changed only slightly, Garrett saw the disapproval in his brother’s eyes.
“It’s not what you think,” Garrett insisted.
And he knew his brother well enough to know that what Brayden was thinking wasn’t good. Brayden no doubt believed that Lexie was back in Garrett’s life. Not back in an ordinary sense, either.
But in a sexual sense.
His eyes met Brayden’s and a dozen questions passed between them. Before Garrett answered those questions, he motioned for his brother to come inside the break room, and Garrett shut the door.
“Lexie,” Brayden said in greeting, walking toward her. He reached down and picked up the statements from the table.
She shook her head, glanced at Garrett.
“She doesn’t remember you,” Garrett explained. “Someone gave her a drug, and it’s caused some memory loss.”
Brayden stayed quiet a moment, but Garrett knew he was processing the information. “And that’s why you’re here?”
“We’re here because Garrett thought he could trust you,” Lexie interjected. “Can he?”
“With his life,” Brayden readily answered. “But I’d