Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 3

She had to get free, and save Cray and Ronny’s worthless lives, before Vander arrived.

Brynn still hadn’t returned his text messages.

Vander Norcross rose from his desk chair and moved to the window. But he didn’t look at the view. No, his gaze stayed locked on his sleek, black cellphone.

She should have replied by now.

She was undercover as a puppy breeder. He’d teased her about it. He knew that his beautiful, tough detective could look after herself.

Still, she was his.

His to love. His to hold.

His to protect.

He stabbed at the phone and called her.

“This is Brynn. Leave a message.”

He felt a cold sensation crawl over the back of his neck.

Vander had been in the Army, then joined Delta Force. He’d been damn good at special forces. So good, the government had recruited him into the covert Ghost Ops program.

Ghost Ops had been made up of the best of the best of the special forces from all branches of the military. He’d led his team on the toughest missions with the worst odds.

In hellholes across the world, he’d tracked the enemy through the darkness. It was what he did best.

He took a deep breath and slid his hands into the pockets of his pants.

He wasn’t in combat anymore. Now he ran Norcross Security and protected his family and friends, and did his bit to keep the streets of San Francisco safe.

For a long time, he’d avoided relationships. The darkness had left its scars.

For years, it had been easy to avoid anything deep with women.

Until Brynn.

Until a confident, tough detective had marched into his world.

He’d tried to fight what he’d felt for her, but Brynn was stubborn as hell.

His lips tilted. Thank God. He loved her so damn much.

And he’d tear the city apart and burn it to the ground to keep her safe.

His office door flew open and his best friend and second-in-command, Saxon Buchanan, strode in.

Saxon had followed Vander into the military. With his good looks and gold-brown hair, he still looked like that young, rich kid Vander had met at school. But despite coming from money, Vander knew his friend was deadly in a fight. And he had Vander’s back. Always.

He’d also married Vander’s sister Gia, so they were brothers in more ways than one now.

One look at his friend’s face and Vander knew. “Tell me.”

“Vander—”

“Brynn’s not answering my texts or calls. Tell me.”

“Detective Soto called me.”