Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 18

He pressed his forehead to hers. “Always, Mrs. Norcross. Always.”

He kissed her again. When they finally came up for air, he pulled out his cellphone and handed it to her. “I’m guessing you want to call in the troops.”

She shot him a smile, then quickly dialed the station.

“Brynn?” It was her cousin. Detective Hunt Morgan. “Are you okay? Soto told me you were missing.”

“Yes. Vander found me.”

Hunt paused. “Are any of the bad guys still alive?”

“Yes,” she said dryly. “Turns out Ed Baker is the head of the dog fighting ring, and had Tom Moore murdered. We need a team to raid his ranch out in Livermore. He’s breeding fighting dogs out there.”

Hunt cursed. “On it. And a team is already enroute to you.”

“Thanks, and Hunt, we’ll need animal control for the dogs.” She cleared her throat. “And paramedics. Vander left everyone alive, but most of them are bleeding and can’t walk.”

Hunt made a sound. “Understood.”

“See you soon.”

“Good work, Brynn.”

She handed the phone back to her husband. “They’re on the way.” She leaned into him.

The puppy came over and sat on Vander’s boot. He frowned at the dog.

Brynn hid a smile and cleared her throat. “You know, a pet might be nice.”

“What?” He scowled. “You work, I work, and we live in a warehouse loft. That’s not place for a pet, especially a dog.”

“Vander, you live where you work.” She patted the dog’s head, and it shot her an adoring look. “He could go to work with you.”

“No.”

“He could be the Norcross Security mascot. He’d be perfect.”

“No.”

She arched a brow. “I guess you’ll tell me that a pet is a complication? A tangle you don’t need?” Once, he’d used that excuse about them getting involved. “I thought you’d learned that some complications are worth it.”

A muscle ticked beside his mouth. “We aren’t getting a dog.”

“But—”

Vander stopped her from talking by kissing her. They were still kissing when the police cars pulled in.

CHAPTER FOUR

Vander watched dispassionately as Ed Baker and his men were loaded into the back of squad cars.

Cray was loaded into an ambulance, under police guard. The police had also arrested a few guests who’d arrived to watch the dogfight.

He saw Brynn talking to some of the other detectives. She didn’t even look ruffled after her ordeal. That was his wife: smart, no nonsense, and got the job done.

Sensation bloomed in his chest. God, he loved her so much.

He’d fought it, but she’d never given up on him. She loved him, darkness and all.