Janie Crouch

Major Crimes


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He used his old high school nickname for her and reached out and touched her hand where it sat on the table. “I will help you. Whatever is going on, whatever reason you’re working yourself to death, even if you’re inching yourself back toward trouble, I’ll help you. You help me catch this mole, and I’ll help you with whatever it is that’s weighing so heavily on you.”

      * * *

      HAYLEY LOOKED AT where Cain’s big hand rested over hers, so strong and capable.

      His words, the promise behind them, were just like old times. Back when it was the two of them against the world.

      God, she was so tired. She wanted to lean into his strength. She wanted to tell him about everything—about Mason, about the people she was afraid would be coming after them once she could go near a computer again, about everything.

      But that would be the worst possible thing she could do. Might cost her all she held precious. She couldn’t lose Mason again. And if Cain found out he had a son and decided he wanted custody, what judge wouldn’t give it to him over a mother who was an ex-con with dubious future employment?

      She slid her hand out from under his, the touch too painful a reminder of what was never going to be again. She really didn’t blame Cain for the arrest, but they were never going to go back to what they were.

      She picked up the contract, glancing at it again. The money. This might really make a difference for her. For getting out of the hole, being ready to run with Mason if needed.

      She couldn’t turn down this amount of money, even if it would be dangerous working with Cain.

      “Okay, I’ll do it.”

      She could see relief all across his handsome features. That black curl sliding toward his forehead as it always had. He looked so comfortable sitting there in his black T-shirt and jeans. She forced herself to look away. It wasn’t fair that she could still be attracted to him after all these years and after everything that had happened between them.

      “You’ll have to quit your job at the Bluewater,” he said.

      “I’m going to need that job after this project for Omega Sector is finished. It’s not great but at least it’s regular, dependable work.”

      He looked like he was going to argue. But finally just said, “Fine, but you’ll have to take a leave of absence for a few weeks.”

      Hayley nodded although she had no plan to do that. First of all, Timothy would never go for a “leave of absence.” He’d just fire her. Second, since she was going through papers, she could do that when she wasn’t working. Maybe she might have to cut back on a couple of shifts, but it would be worth it.

      “Can you start today? Time is of the essence in catching this guy.”

      “Guy?” Hayley raised an eyebrow. “You’re assuming your mole is male?”

      “Actually, one of my prime suspects is female. I definitely have no assumptions of gender when it comes to crime.”

      Was that an insult against Hayley personally? Or was it just that Cain was too good at his job to be fooled by someone just because of their gender? And Cain was an excellent agent, she had no doubt about that.

      “I’ll have to go in to the restaurant for at least a couple hours. I can’t just leave them in a lurch. But then I’ll clear off as much of my schedule as I can.”

      Cain nodded. “I thought we could work out of my parents’ house. They moved down to Florida, but still kept the place here.”

      Hayley’s lips tightened. She didn’t necessarily want to go back to the place where they spent so much time in high school. But what choice did she have? She definitely didn’t want Cain coming to her apartment and seeing Mason.

      “Fine. I’ll meet you there in a few hours. You know this would go much more quickly if I could scroll through a computer screen rather than have to read code on paper, right?”

      Suspicion immediately shuttered his features. “Paper. That’s what we’re working with. No computers.” His tone was final.

      He thought she was going to get back into trouble if she could get online. If only he knew trouble was going to find her as soon as she did. Possibly the worst kind of trouble.

      She’d worry about that another day. Right now she had to worry about how she was going to work day in and day out with one of the best agents of the most prestigious law enforcement agency in the country while keeping the biggest possible secret from him.

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