Melissa apparently doesn’t find it so dashing, and responds with an icy glare fierce enough to freeze a flock of pigeons mid-flight. His siblings burst out laughing. “What’s wrong, Declan?” Angus yells. “Another hookup you forgot to call back?”

And doesn’t that earn Declan yet another scowl from Melissa. He leans against the car and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That woman hates me.”

Hmmm. I’m not so sure, but don’t tell him otherwise. Melissa isn’t just someone he works with; she’s his boss’s daughter. For all the success and fame Declan earned with the Montenegro case, a misstep with someone so close to Miles Fenske could ruin him.

I reach for my phone as Declan pulls onto the street, but wait to check the screen until I see his assigned police guard trailing us in his unmarked vehicle. With the heavy traffic this time of night, our guard has to drive more aggressively to keep up. I’m not sure if Lu is also tailing us, but she tends to be more discreet.

“How much longer do you think you’ll need protection?” I ask Declan.

He shrugs. “I don’t think I need it now.”

“No?”

“No,” he says, turning on his blinker. “Montenegro’s been sentenced. His first, second, and third have pled guilty and are looking at at least twenty to life each. What’s left of the family is scrambling to hang on to the crumbs that remain. They don’t have time to bother with me.” He huffs. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m looking forward to getting my life back.”

I consider his words, and his performance throughout the trial, as I return my phone to my purse. “I hear what you’re saying, but I’m not certain your life will ever be the same. You’re headed for greatness, Declan. You know that, don’t you?”

“That’s what it looks like.”

The lack of inflection in his voice has me looking back at him. “Isn’t that what you want?”

He seems to catch himself. “Oh, hell yeah. I’ve always wanted this.”

I adjust my glasses. “Then why do I sense some uncertainty?”

“It’s not that. It’s what I have to sacrifice to keep the momentum going and achieve what I want before I’m thirty. You may have noticed how tight my family is. But this is the first time I’ve seen anyone aside from Curran in months.”

“It must be hard being away from those you most count on.”

Declan doesn’t respond right away. “It is. Like I said, the seven of us are close.” He smiles then. “You know, as big a pain in the ass as Curran is, he helped me through the stress of building and winning this case.”

“He’s a good guy,” I say, unable to hold back my grin.

“And you’re good for him. In fact, you’re exactly what he’s always needed.”

“And what do you think you need?” I ask him, quietly.

His eyes cut to the rearview mirror. “Nothing serious, that’s for sure. Not if I’m going to accomplish everything I want.”

My phone buzzes as Declan makes a right at the light. I reach into my purse, my eyes widening upon reading Curran’s text.

“Is that Curran?”

“Yes.”

“Everything all right?” Declan asks.

“I…think so. He’s having beers with Joey, and says he’s sorry he missed your big night.”

“Jesus, he’s with Joey?”

“Yes.” I realize the significance of their meeting, and hope he’s okay. “He promises he won’t be much longer.”

“Tell him we’ll be at my place and that we’re ordering food. Lots and lots of food.”

I angle my chin his way. “You didn’t eat?”

“Didn’t eat, and didn’t drink anything more than water,” he answers, rubbing his jaw.

I type Curran a quick text. “I thought you were drinking vodka on the rocks.”

“So did everyone else. But with all the big shots there, I needed to keep my head.” He tugs at his collar and loosens his tie. “Once we’re back at my place, it’s going to be a whole different story.”

I smile. “Well, if anyone deserves some fun, it’s you. Declan, you were incredible throughout the entire trial. I only hope to possess half your talent one day.”

His smirk reminds me of Curran’s. “Maybe you’ll get your chance. You did one hell of a job on this case. Truth is, I needed more help than I asked for, but you had me covered, worked hard, and never disappointed me despite my demands. I recommended you for the assistant DA spot opening up in the Trial Unit. You want experience, you’ll get it there.”

He laughs at my stunned face, continuing before I can thank him. “The pay is abysmal for a starting position, but working for the county is not without its benefits. Did you know for every year you work at the DA’s office as a prosecuting attorney, the county will pay twenty percent of your school loans?”

“No, I didn’t know that,” I stammer.

“Now you do.” He waits as if debating what to say next, odd for someone who has a gift with words. “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen with your pending lawsuit, Tess. But no matter what, this should show you that you’re going to be okay.”

I nod, although by now I’m pretty choked up. “Thank you.”

He shrugs. “That’s what family’s for, Tess.”

Declan lets me deal with my girlie emotions while he calls in a food order at the bar and grill a few blocks from his apartment. He parks near the entrance and steps out. His guard steps out with him and follows him in like they’re old friends. After months of working together, I suppose they are.

I text Curran to let him know that we’re almost at Declan’s. I hit send and debate whether I should also tell him about Declan’s recommendation, but a knock against the driver’s-side door has me looking up.

Declan’s hands are full of takeout. I don’t remember him ordering so much, but hurry to unlock the doors to his sedan.

I realize too late that it’s not Declan when a strange man slips in and presses a gun against my side. “Don’t move. Don’t scream.”

He flips the locks and two more men jump into the back. “Got her?” someone says.

Something hard and cold presses into the back of my skull. “Yeah. Drive.”

The driver cranks the engine and eases onto the street as if he has all the time in the world, even though I recognize my time is already up.

Chapter 30

Tess

I often wondered what I would do if I were ever in a dangerous situation. But right now, right when it’s happening, I can’t think straight, and my body is shaking so violently my phone falls out of my hands.

“Fuck,” the driver says. “We have a tail. Who is that? Another one of your boyfriend’s cops?”

It takes me a moment to register what he’s saying. This man thinks Declan is my lover. “He’s not my boyfriend—”

The barrel of the weapon smacks me hard against my head, making me cry out. “Shut up, bitch,” the man behind us says. “We saw you with him.”

My mounting fear makes me desperate. “Please, don’t do this. I’m pregnant.”

“Sure you are,” the third man says, cutting me off. To the others he says, “We have to kill her fast.”

“Easy,” the driver says. “Too many witnesses out here. It don’t matter how much she’s paying us if we’re not around to spend it.”

“Sh-she?” I manage.

The men in the rear seats laugh. “Montenegro’s wife. Your man took away hers, she’s taking you away from him. Fair is fair, sweetheart.”

The car continues forward, accelerating enough to put some distance between us and the restaurant, but not enough to arouse suspicion from the cars on either side of us. I try to keep track of where we’re going, but each turn makes it more challenging.