Page 24 of Rescuing Baylee

Baylee kickedoff her shoes and flopped to the bed. And immediately regretted it. The mattress had to be the hardest mattress she’d ever laid upon! What the heck!

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the water-stained ceiling. How the hell had her life gone to shit so quickly? She wanted to text Rex and Olivia, but she didn’t want to worry them. Olivia had been settling into a new position at her work, and Rex was getting ready to get married in a few weeks.

Crap, surely it wouldn’t last that long?

Anyway, this was her issue, and she would deal with it. Landon would help her.

It was startling to her how quickly she’d come to trust his word. But then, it was hard to argue when you saw your car vandalized for the world to see. What would they have done if he hadn’t been there with her? Would they have tried to take her out then?

Landon seemed to be a good cop, and she would just have to trust the system. In the meantime, she’d have to stay occupied in this hellhole andnotdrool over him.

The man was delectable. She’d always had a thing for dark-haired men, and the fact that he was taller than her made it even better. And she got the feeling from the way he looked at her that he was just as interested in her. It was hard to even imagine starting a relationship under these circumstances. Once the case was over, they probably wouldn’t even see each other again.

Only in the hallway of the apartment building.

Every day. When they both left for work. And she would feel his eyes on her ass.

Sigh…

Siggy was going to be so mad at her for not being there with him. She never left him alone any longer than she had to, and if she was here for a few days or more, he was probably going to rip up her couch or something. He definitely had attitude, and he would make her pay for not being therefor him.

Spoiled ass cat…

Thinking about Siggy calmed her, and within a few minutes, her eyes were sagging.

When she woke, she heard voices murmuring downstairs. Rolling from the bed with a groan, she slipped her tennis shoes on, scraped a hand through her mussed hair and headed downstairs.

There was a handsome, black-haired man downstairs. His thick dark hair was longer and pulled back into a braid, making her think Native American, and bright hazel eyes smiled when he looked up at Baylee. There was consideration in those eyes as well, and experience.

Landon gave her a long, slow look when she came down the stairs, and Baylee felt it all the way down her body. Well, that was interesting.

“I’m Baylee,” she said, approaching Landon’s partner.

“Morgan Clay. Nice to meet you.”

Baylee nodded and drew back, letting Morgan look at her scars. The guy was a lot more direct than other people Baylee had met, and she was sure it was because he was a cop. He’d probably seen a lot of heinous things. Hopefully, her scars weren’t too high on his list.

“I brought you some food and magazines. Hunter said there was no TV or anything.” Morgan motioned to several bags onthe kitchen table. “I’m not sure what you liked, so I got you a variety.”

Baylee’s stomach grumbled as she looked through the bags. Several meal ideas popped into her head, and she gave Morgan a grateful smile. “I appreciate this. If nothing else, I can cook.”

Morgan gave her a light shrug. “I can’t take credit for it. I had one of the admin ladies that has a family order stuff for me to pick up. I’ll let her know you approve. If there’s anything else you need, you can let Landon know and we’ll get it to you.”

Baylee nodded, her excitement tempered. There was a lot of food here. She would still have to be stuck in this house for the foreseeable future. “Any word on the brothers?”

Morgan glanced at Landon as if for permission, and he nodded. “Nothing concrete,” he said, “just some rumors. There were some traffic cams near your car, and we can see a figure going by it, but we can’t see their face. We assume they were the ones that damaged your car.”

Baylee pursed her lips. “I felt like someone was watching me there.”

Morgan nodded. “There was probably a lookout and a second person to do the crime. That’s usually how they work.”

Who would have ever thought she’d need to know how a gang worked? Yeah, they dealt with them all the time in the hospital, but they’d never had a reason to explore the mechanics.

Maybe that was her bad for being naïve. But would knowing how it worked have changed what she did the other night? No, probably not.

“Right now, the Tango Blast is under a lot of pressure. They’re about to be taken over by another gang, so dealing with you should not be their focus.” Morgan shrugged lightly. “But then, macho crap takes precedence all the time.”

Baylee snorted. “Yes, true.” She looked through the bags again. “Thank you for the supplies.”