Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 15

“I’m going to enjoy slapping cuffs on Ed Baker,” she said fiercely.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you do it.” And behind the scenes, Vander would ensure Baker’s operation was dismantled, and anyone involved in it paid.

Once they reached the roof of the warehouse, Vander gave into the burning need inside him.

He grabbed his wife and kissed her. Hard.

She clung to him, moaned, and bit his bottom lip. He gripped her ass, and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“You’re all right,” he said.

“I’m all right.” She pressed her forehead against his. “I can’t wait to get home.” She pressed into him, rubbing against his growing erection.

With great difficulty, he locked down his reaction. First, he had to get her out of there alive.

He dropped one last kiss to her mouth, then set her down. “Hold that thought.” Taking her hand, he pulled her across the roof.

On the other side of the warehouse, he crouched, studying the alley below. It was empty.

He scanned again, something tickling at his senses.

“There’s no one there,” Brynn said. “We have to hurry.”

With a nod, he helped her onto the fire escape, and they hurried down.

Brynn dropped to the ground first. Vander gripped the metal, readying to jump.

Then he heard the scrape of a boot, followed by a low growl.

He froze, fingers clenching on the metal. Someone was in the alley.

Brynn was exposed.

Even though he wanted to follow her, he made himself sink back into the shadows of the fire escape.

He knew better than anyone that the best results came once you understood the situation and assessed the threats.

“So, you’re the cop who’s caused me all this trouble.”

An older man appeared, with another younger flunky one step behind him, holding the leash of a large pit bull. The muscular animal strained against the chain around its neck. It growled. Its gaze locked on Brynn.

The older man crossed his arms. He wasn’t tall, but he had broad shoulders and a barrel chest, with the hint of a gut. His flannel shirt strained over his stomach and was tucked into his jeans.

“You’re Ed Baker.” Disdain dripped from Brynn’s voice.

“Yes, ma’am.” Baker smiled, but there was nothing pleasant about it. “And you’re a dead woman. Unfortunately, your cop friends are going to find your body floating in the Bay, just like Tom Moore.”

Vander saw red, his hands balling into fists.

No one threatened his wife.

Adrenaline pumped through Brynn.

Baker was a dead man.

She knew Vander was in the shadows above. A hunter waiting to take down his prey.

“You killed Tom Moore,” she said.