A Baby for Agent Colton by Jennifer Morey

Author:Jennifer Morey
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-06-11T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Chief Murray said he’d gather intel on the restaurant and contact Trevor and Jocelyn when he had something to report. That left Trevor with some alone time with Jocelyn. Losing contact with her had tortured him, and also slapped the importance of getting over having a serial killer for a dad in his face. Why couldn’t people just decide to shut out the negativity from their pasts? Decide, and make it be so. Shed the ugliness like snake skin. Choose to only be happy, to only focus on what made them happy.

Easier said than done. Unfortunately, experiences shaped lives.

After picking up a very upset Sigmund from the apartment, Trevor took Jocelyn to her condo. Now that Regina knew who they were, they had no reason to pretend anymore. They’d risk her attempting to come after them, but then, she’d also risk capture.

Jocelyn sat on her couch with a laptop open on the coffee table, tracking down Regina’s various aliases, how she’d stolen them and from whom, putting together their evidence in preparation for a trial. He did adore her optimism.

Going over to her, he sat next to her and picked up the laptop, placing it on his lap.

She turned to him, startled.

Grinning, he leaned back. “There’s something I want to show you.”

As he began navigating to an internet browser, she leaned back with him.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said. “When this investigation is over, we’re going to need a place to live.” He opened a real estate page. “As I have told you, my house is too small and I’m tired of it anyway. You live in a condo with no yard.”

“Trevor,” she said, hesitant.

“If we’re going to have a dog...” He opened the page where he’d found a house.

“Trevor, what—”

“Just look, Jocelyn.”

She did, leaning closer to see the page. When she saw the three-car, two-story with a basement, she took the laptop and angled it for a better view.

The smoky-green-with-white-trim house had a covered porch and a flower bed along the front.

“It’s four bedrooms. The basement is unfinished, so there’s plenty of growing room,” he said.

She clicked on the next picture.

Trevor watched her absorption. She intently studied each photo. The living room open to the kitchen. The dining area. Formal living room. Den with double French doors. The master bedroom with five-piece bath and spacious walk-in closet. A loft. Everything a family needed to make years of memories. He had the concept down, just not the practice.

At last she moved back and looked up at him, speechless.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “I like it, too.”

“Have you gone there?” she asked.

“No. I wanted to show you first. I’ll call and set up a showing.”

She looked away. Her uncertainty bothered him.

“Jocelyn, I want to make this work.”

She nodded. “You’ve said that before.” Standing, she walked across the living room to the window. Dark outside, lights twinkled.

He stood and went to her. “I have some work to do.” On himself. On separating his identity from his father’s. “I can do that.”

Slowly she faced him. “I know you want to, Trevor.

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