A Baby For Agent Colton. Jennifer Morey

being overprotective of me. Let me do my job.”

      He stared at her for long seconds. “You expect me to convince them to set up a sting operation?”

      “I’m an agent. Just like you. Why do you think they’ll be so hard to convince?” He was starting to make her really angry.

      His lips flat-lined, assurance his patience waned. “I won’t let you pose as bait.”

      “It’s not your decision to make.”

      “I outrank you.”

      Jocelyn had had enough. She stood, planting her hands on the table and leaning over, furious. “Damn it, Trevor, stop being so pigheaded!”

      “I won’t let you do it.”

      She felt like throwing something. How could she get through to him? She wouldn’t. He wouldn’t allow her to pose as bait.

      Now deflated and so angry she could spit, all she wanted was to retaliate somehow, to poke back at him.

      “Yeah? Well, you let me get pregnant easy enough.”

      Trevor’s face turned to stone. “What?”

      She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but...

      “I’m late. And I’m never late.” Regretting the outburst, she straightened and turned, walking briskly toward the exit, aware of the table next to where she and Trevor sat, watching her. They’d heard her.

      Ah, entertainment.

      Outside, she walked up the sidewalk, her leather work shoes soundless. She heard Trevor come up behind her. Of course he’d come after her.

      Walking beside her, she felt him looking at her profile. She refused to look back.

      “You’re making that up.”

      She wished she was. “Nope. I’m late.”

      “That doesn’t mean you’re pregnant.”

      That made her look at him. He was in denial if he believed that.

      “Have you been to a doctor?”

      “I don’t need a doctor. Not for that.” She was pregnant. She just knew it. And, like him, she’d been in denial for about a week now.