Lock 'N' Load (Federal K-9 Series) by Tee O'Fallon

Author:Tee O'Fallon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Amara, Romantic suspense, CIA, Dogs, K-9 Unit, Police, Hacker, Russian mob, Political scandal, international intrigue, blackmail, bodyguard, protector
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Amara)
Published: 2018-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

For the tenth time that morning, Trista yawned. It was seven a.m., but despite going to bed at ten, she was still wiped out. All because of what she’d discovered in the bottom of the bag.

After slipping on the sexy emerald-green silk nightie Matt had bought for her, she’d run her hands down her body, luxuriating in the sensual slide of the slinky material over her skin. Then she’d imagined the feel of his hands doing the same, and from that moment on, sleep had been slow to come. In fact, she’d tossed and turned half the night.

What was he thinking, buying me that?

Although, she was glad he had. She’d never slept in anything so pretty. Even the charm bracelet had been a welcome surprise, and she’d fallen asleep wearing that, too. She didn’t wear jewelry—her toe ring being the only exception—but for some reason, she loved the silver bracelet.

“C’mon, Poofy.” The Angora mewed, circling her legs, rubbing his head against the back of her calf. With Matt’s promise to keep the house canine-free, Poofy now had the run of the place, and that suited them both fine.

At the bottom of the stairs, she and Poofy paused at the sound of men’s laughter coming from the kitchen. Last night had been fun. The poker part, anyway. The part where Matt had scared the shit—er, pooh—out of her with his description of human charred flesh, not so much. But working with him to reason out what was going on with the CIA and the Russians had been enlightening. Matt was intelligent and quick-witted, and she admired his dedication to his job. Hopefully, that reporter would get back to him today. She’d feel better if she didn’t have to worry about the man’s safety.

“Morning, pixie girl.” Nick vacated his kitchen stool, motioning for her to sit.

Jaime poured coffee into a travel mug and handed it to her, along with the milk carton.

She accepted the mug and poured in a hefty amount of milk. “Where’s everyone else?”

“In the kennel.” Nick tipped his head. “Matt’s outside.”

Capping her coffee, she took a sip, realizing how nice it was to feel comfortable socializing with people. Such a simple thing had always been a major challenge for her. Bonnie and Kevin were the only constants in her social circle. Getting nicknamed “Brainiac” early on in life hadn’t exactly garnered her many friends. No, she much preferred being called “pixie.” Especially by a group of handsome, hunky men.

Why is that?

Her social abilities were definitely evolving since she’d begun staying with Matt and his friends. The stammering thing—even around Matt—seemed to be getting better as well. During their conversation yesterday in his office, she hadn’t stammered once. Although, she had to admit, they’d focused on work matters, an area of her life in which she was totally confident. It was the personal stuff that got her all tongue-twisted.

As Jaime poured himself a cup, she noticed both men were drinking from earthenware mugs. “Why do I get a travel mug?” She lifted the silver cup with the black rubber grip.

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