I’m Yours, Baby(21)

“Hurry back?”

“Always,” he promised.

I drifted back to sleep shortly after hearing the garage door close and the roar of his motorcycle. I dreamed of riding behind him, my body wrapped tightly around his. Things were just getting good when the sound of a ringing phone interrupted my fantasies. It was the landline Weston had insisted we needed, and it was the first time we’d ever received a call on it. I leapt for the phone, hoping like heck that the sound wouldn’t wake Carter.

“Hello?” I answered, half listening to the caller’s reply while also focusing on the baby monitor for any sounds coming from the nursery.

“— Wes.”

My attention centered on the call when I realized it was a woman’s voice asking for my man and using a nickname for him while doing so. I didn’t like her tone of voice when she said it either, not even a little bit.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that. Who’s calling?”

“Sorry, sweetie,” she said in an incredibly fake tone of voice. “I have no idea who you are, so why don’t you get Wes and put him on the line?”

“First of all, Wes isn’t here. Secondly, I’m the woman in his bed, down the hall from our baby, wearing his ring on her finger. That’s who I am. Who the hell are you?” I snapped, beyond pissed the heck off.

“You’ll have to ask Wes that question.” I was about to bite her head off when her next words had me dropping back onto the mattress. “Look, I just need you to let Wes know that Kat called to tell him that I’ll messenger his flight information and ticket to his house tonight.”

“Flight information?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “Oh, and I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell him to pack for a long trip. Since I’ll be picking him up from the airport, the extra luggage shouldn’t be a problem. And he’ll need it since he’ll be gone for a while.”

She didn’t give me the chance to respond, not that I even knew what I wanted to say. When the phone started beeping in my ear, I finally set it back in its holder. Weston had a lot of explaining to do when he got back from his meeting. I only hoped his answers didn’t include all the reasons why he had to go back on his word because he was leaving for another mission.





Chapter 9


Weston


“Justice,” I greeted the tall, dark haired man I’d admired for years. He wasn’t much older than me, but he’d been a legend when he was an active operative. A few years ago, when his wife, another operative, had gotten pregnant, he’d retired from field duty and I’d been one of the lucky ones to have him as their controller.

“Sidewinder.” He shook my hand and smiled. “Maybe you should start calling me Alex, since rumor is that you won’t be in the field much longer.”

We’d taken over someone’s office, and I sat facing him across the desk. “You must have rubbed off on me, man. Turns out, I’m a wife and kids kind of guy.”

Alex’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You’re getting married?” he asked with a grin. “And already planning for little kids? Wow, this is monumental.”

“Not planning,” I clarified. “I have a son.”

At my announcement, he looked confused. “How did I miss that? Damn, that was quite a secret to keep, especially considering CIA operatives can be as gossipy as those Beverly Hills Housewives.”

I sighed. “I only just found out,” I confessed. A thought sparked. “Actually, I could really use your help with something.” I’d finally called Kat after two weeks of silence, irritated as fuck, and I didn’t even try to hide it this time. She’d said that IT had dug into the account and found no trace of any activity at all. I never had a reason not to trust Kat. If I had, she wouldn’t have been an effective handler. But lately, there was just something bothering me and my gut was telling me to keep looking into it.

“Aspen, my fiancée.” Fuck, that felt good to say. “We met right before I left for my last mission. I set up a secure dummy email for her to reach me, then have the messages relayed to me through my handler. For a year, she tried to reach me and tell me that she was pregnant. I never got any of the messages and my handler says IT wasn’t able to find even a single trace of activity. My instincts are telling me that she missed something.”

Alex’s frown had deepened as I spoke and he was tapping his finger against his mouth in thought. “This is Kat Petrov?” he asked. I nodded and he looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead he picked up his cell and dialed a number.