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Seth had seen hard emotions in her eyes before, but this was a storm of a different kind.
A storm that he was going to have to stop before Shelby made up her mind to do something stupid.
So, he leaned in and kissed her.
A smart man would have come up with something a whole lot better, but Seth suddenly wasn’t feeling very smart in that department. Heck, maybe he just wanted to kiss her. And it seemed to work. Shelby stopped talking about a deadly showdown and slipped right into his arms.
It obviously wasn’t the first time Seth had kissed her, but like the other times, he felt that kick of surprise. Surprise that anyone could taste this good. Or feel this way in his arms.
Yeah, stupid.
Because kissing Shelby wasn’t doing a thing to help them out of their dangerous situation.
A Lawman’s
Justice
Delores Fossen
DELORES FOSSEN, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best Award and the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, and was a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. You can contact the author through her webpage at www.dfossen.net.
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Contents
Special Agent Seth Calder slipped his gun from his shoulder holster and stepped from his truck. He eased the door shut so the sound wouldn’t alert anyone.
If there was anyone around to alert, that was.
The criminal informant who’d called him an hour earlier had said there was talk about some kind of evidence here. The CI didn’t know exactly what the evidence was, but it was in an abandoned warehouse on Miller Road just outside the ranching town of Sweetwater Springs. Seth was already familiar with the warehouse, since the FBI had had it under surveillance a few months back.
Because it’d been a holding facility for a black market baby ring.
Just the thought of it put a knot in Seth’s gut. The FBI and local cops had shut down the black market ring, had made plenty of arrests, too, but maybe something inside would lead to yet more arrests.
Or, God forbid, even more missing babies.
That was why Seth had gotten out here as fast as he could.
The gray metal building showed no signs of life, though. No trees within a hundred yards. And no other buildings were nearby. Just a huge concrete parking lot with weeds poking up through the cracks.
Using slow, cautious steps, Seth started toward the building but came to a quick stop when he heard an engine. The road wasn’t exactly on the beaten path, so he waited and watched as the dark blue car came around the curve.
The driver hit the brakes.
Seth took a closer look. Then he cursed. What the devil was she doing here?
He intended to find out.
No one had ever accused him of having a friendly face when he was on the job, and Seth put on his best scowl when he walked toward Shelby Braddock’s car. She didn’t wait for him to reach her. She stepped out, her movements jerky and hurried, and she matched him scowl for scowl.
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