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He shook his head at her, but she didn’t miss the small smile that formed on his lips.
“Where was it hurting?” he asked.
“Everywhere.” Her smile disappeared. She wiped her eyes with her palms. What was she doing again? Oh, yeah. She was telling Rhys what had happened before that fucking truck slammed into her patrol car. “Anyway, as I was saying. I thought I was going to give that fucker a few tickets.”
“My sister must be feeling better if she’s cursing,” a familiar voice announced from the doorway.
Jordan hadn’t even heard it open. Neveah must not have shut it completely when she’d left. Omara stood there looking overly pregnant. Jason was with her, his eyes wide as he took in the room.
“Baby sister,” Jordan exclaimed. She grinned and pointed to Omara.
Her sister’s eyebrows rose high. She stared at Jordan as if she had grown tentacles from her body.
“It’s the pain medication the nurse just gave her,” Rhys explained.
“I see,” Omara murmured. She took Jason by the hand and guided him into the room. Her focus fell on Rhys, and a smirkappeared. She waddled in with an outstretched hand. “You must be the secret boyfriend.”
Rhys grinned and stood. He met Omara halfway and took her hand.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
“Yup, that’s my man,” Jordan announced. The world tilted to the side for moment. She jerked in the bed and looked around. How the hell did everything move but the people in front of her? “Wow. Did y’all feel that?”
“Whatever they gave her, they need to keep it coming.” Omara snickered. She smiled at Rhys and motioned to her boy. “This is my son, Jason. Say hi, babe.”
“We’ve met before, Momma,” Jason said. He shook Rhys’s outstretched hand.
Jordan was still amazed how much her nephew had grown. It seemed just like yesterday he was a tiny babe crying for someone to pick him up. Jason was almost the same height as her sister. He stood tall while shaking Rhys’s hand.
“You have?” Omara’s eyes flicked to Jordan for a moment before she rested her hands on Jason’s shoulders. She kissed his forehead when he stepped back toward her.
“He was there that night. Him and his dog helped capture my dad,” he said.
Jordan’s smile disappeared. She hadn’t realized her nephew would remember. Not that it was long ago, but because a ton of shit had gone down that night. The scene had been utter chaos with the capture of a parental kidnapper. The entire force had wanted to ensure Jordan’s nephew had made it home safe.
“He’s right,” Rhys said. He tapped the side of his leg with his hand. “Honor, come.”
Honor stood and trotted over to her handler. Her tail wagged as she arrived to Rhys’s side. She gave a doggy grin to greet Omara and Jason. She sat and waited for Rhys’s next command
“You can pet her,” Rhys said.
Jason laughed and didn’t hesitate to run his hand along the top of Honor’s head. The dog loved attention, and she adored children. She yipped and pushed her head into Jason’s chest as if to demand more. Everyone laughed at her antics.
“She’s so pretty,” Jason murmured. He wrapped his arms around Honor’s neck and hugged her. “Thank you for saving me, Honor.”
Jordan froze, her high swiftly exiting her system. Her nephew straightened and patted Honor one last time on the head. Jordan quickly blinked, not sure when her sight became blurred with tears. For the boy to consider what they did to be ‘saving him’ from his father…deep. Derrick Allen would forever be a deadbeat father. Jason was truly growing up. According to Omara, the kid saw through his father’s facade and didn’t complain when Derrick missed his supervised visitation.
“Oh, wow. I guess we never did meet the other officers who had helped save my baby,” Omara said. She grabbed Rhys into a fierce hug.
Jordan was unable to resist the floodgate. Her tears fell to her cheeks. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried so much in her life. First it was at Rhys’s farm when she had spilled her guts about what had happened in Atlanta, now today.
What the hell?
“You don’t have to thank us. It’s our job to protect,” Rhys muttered. He returned the hug before stepping back from Omara.
Jordan sniffed and tried to make herself appear normal.
“Nonsense.” Omara ran a hand over her stomach. She turned to Jordan and grinned. “Now I see why you wanted to keep him all to yourself.”
