Temptation Trails (The Haven Brothers #3)

My hands still trembled as I brought up his number and hit send.

“Hi,” he said, and just the sound of his voice took my panic down a notch.

“Hey. Are you at work?”

“Yeah, I’m leaving soon. Are you okay? You sound upset.”

“No, no, I’m fine. A little hormonal is all. But do you think you could come over?”

“Absolutely. I miss you.”

Oh my heart. “I miss you too.”

“I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

While I waited, I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and nibbled on some cheese so my stomach wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t touch the box—just left it sitting on the counter. There had to be a rational explanation. I just wasn’t thinking of it.

I heard his car pull up outside and went to answer the door before he had a chance to knock. He was still in uniform, looking deliciously strong and protective. The way he swiped his aviators off his face and smiled made my insides melt.

Despite the disturbing package on my kitchen counter, I couldn’t help but smile as he drew me against him and covered my mouth with his. The gentle pressure of his lips and the brush of his tongue sent a wave of desire flooding through me.

No wonder we were having a baby.

With my hands on his chest, I pulled away, trying to unscramble my brain as he shut the door behind him.

“It’s so good to see you,” I breathed.

“You too.”

He moved closer again, and as much as I wanted him to devour me, I shifted back a little. “I got a weird package today. Can you look at it?”

His brow furrowed with concern. And why was that expression so sexy?

“Where is it?”

“In the kitchen.”

I recognized the change in his demeanor as he went from Garrett my boyfriend to Garrett the cop. “Where was it when you found it?”

“It was by the front door when I got home.”

“Show me.”

I led him into the kitchen and pointed to it. “There.”

He reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves, then began examining the box.

“No return address and no postage. Someone dropped this off.”

That was disturbing. I hadn’t even noticed the lack of postage.

He pinched the pair of underwear between his thumb and forefinger to pick them up. “This was all that was inside?”

“That and the packing material.”

“Do you recognize them?”