Kansas City Confessions

She hugged the last folder to her chest. “I don’t know if it was even intended for me.”

“What did it say?” he repeated, as patiently as he’d talked to Padre.

“‘Stop or someone will get hurt.’”

He dug his fingers into the pockets of his jeans, the only outward sign of the protective anger surging through him. “Stop what? Who’ll get hurt?”

Her shoulders lifted with silent confusion. She didn’t have those answers. “Maybe he thought I was chasing him. I wasn’t. The darkness freaked me out and kept me from thinking straight, and all I wanted to do was find Tyler to make sure he was safe. If I hadn’t panicked, I’d have handled things better, and I wouldn’t have ruined your evening.”

Trent plucked the folder from her grasp and set it on the table. “You lost track of your son. That’s supposed to frighten a parent. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You said he’s okay, right?”

She nodded. “We’re both fine. Thanks for worrying.”

“Thank you for sharing. Now maybe I won’t worry so much.”

She moved back to her computer and manipulated the pictures again. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

They did know each other well. “Honey, you know I’m always going to worry—”

“You shouldn’t call me honey.” Katie glanced toward the window to the main room. “The rest of the team is here. I need to finish setting up.”

Chapter Four (#ulink_9b16cf1a-d5cb-5120-ab66-4d41bc3cc9df)

If that woman worked any harder at pushing him away, she might as well slam Trent up against the wall. “At least promise me you’ll keep a closer eye on the people around you. If somebody was lying in wait for you—”

“I promise. Okay? Just let it go.” Katie stepped around him as Max, Olivia and Jim came in, their animated conversation masking the awkward silence in the room.

“You’re killing me here, Liv,” Trent’s partner, Max, groused. “A Valentine’s Day wedding? You’re already making me shave and rent a tux.”

Olivia breezed past the burly blond detective, the oldest member of their team, taking her seat at the table. “Just because you and Rosie eloped to Vegas doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t want to share that special day with friends and family.”

Max jabbed his finger on the tabletop, defending his choice in wedding arrangements. “Hey. I wanted to make an honest woman out of Rosie. And you know how her last engagement turned out. She wasn’t interested in dragging out the process any more than I was.”

Max’s new wife had barely survived the nightmare of her first engagement to an abusive boyfriend and had become a recluse as a result. Meanwhile, Max had been fighting his own demons when the two had first met and clashed during the investigation into her ex-fiancé’s unsolved murder. Mixing like oil and water, it was a wonder the prim and proper spinster and the rugged former soldier had ever gotten together at all. But Trent had never met two misfits who were a better match for each other. Max brought Rosie out of her shell, and she’d uncovered a few civilized human qualities that Trent’s rough-around-the-edges partner had lost in the years he’d been dealing with post-traumatic stress. Max had been shot twice and Rosie nearly drowned solving that case. But the close calls had made them willing to risk everything and seize the love they’d found.