Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(172)

“For?”

Adam kissed me softly. “In the hospital earlier.”

I could see he was more than proud—he was gloating. The smirk he wore was filled with it.

Adam helped me off the table and strolled into the kitchen, giving me one hell of a delicious view. Those muscles in his lower back… the way they blended into those sculpted ass cheeks and down into those muscular thighs. He exuded power and authority without even trying.

“Babe, we seized four laptops, a pile of key fobs, forged shipping manifests… all sorts of electronic equipment and software. He’s f*cked. That combined with the sting op Newark ATTF conducted last week, we netted all seven drivers. We met with the DA right before I met you at the hospital. He told us we have enough solid evidence to prosecute them.”

He washed his hands and then grabbed a few paper towels. “Man, I wish I would have been the one to apprehend the Mancusos, but NYPD took care of them.” He shrugged. “I’m sure Turk will tell me all about it.” Adam’s head swayed. “This is going to get messy with all three jurisdictions involved.”

I picked our clothes up off the floor. “What about the one who shot your informant? Carter Mancuso?”

Adam’s jubilation crumbled down quickly. “He’s still a fugitive. We haven’t been able to form any solid leads.” His eyes were somber, though he tried to be comforting. “Don’t worry. We’ll catch him. Let’s get cleaned up. I’m exhausted. I’m sure you are too.” He pulled the pile of clothing out of my arms and set everything on top of the table. “Just leave it. We’ll get it later.” He took my hand. “Come on, Doc. Let’s get some sleep and then afterwards I’m taking you out to dinner.”

Watching his incredible naked body and that luscious ass lead me up the stairs to his bedroom, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.





I DIDN’T LIKE answering Adam’s door, especially while I was home alone. My stomach was full from the delicious breakfast he’d cooked for us and my lips still tingled from the amazing kiss he planted on me before he’d left a half hour ago, clad in his badass cop duds.

I’d rearranged my schedule when Sarah went into labor, so I was off today while Adam was working. The doorbell sounded again. So much for staying in bed enjoying my post-breakfast orgasm.

Even though I was living here it wasn’t my house, and the likelihood the person on the other side was actually here to see me was very slim. I made a mental note to tell Adam that the bush in his landscaping blocked my view of the front door. There wasn’t a peephole either.

I cracked the door open, instantly regretting answering. “Can I help you?”

Melissa Werner’s surprised sneer was annoying. “Is he here?”

“What do you want?”

She clenched her teeth. “Is he here? I need to speak to him.”

I held the door firmly. “I suggest you try calling him first.”

Melissa held up her cell phone, scowling at me. “Tried that. He’s not answering. I went to the station twice; they won’t tell me where he is.”

I fought my smile. “Then I would take that as a sign that he doesn’t want to speak to you. And you showing up at his house like this? How the hell did you even know where he lives?”

“It’s listed on his contract.” She pressed her hand to the door. “Where is he, Erin?”

I was shocked she even remembered my first name. “His whereabouts are none of your business and if he isn’t returning your calls then he has nothing to say to you.”

“Adam!” she yelled over my head.

There was no way she was getting invited in. “Save it. He’s not here.”

“You tell him to get his ass out here right now.”

“Excuse me?”

“His bullshit is costing me millions,” she shrieked. “We need to start filming again. Everyone cleared their lie detector tests.”

“His bullshit? Unbelievable. It was your sound tech that put their lives in danger, not him. Now move.”

“I fired Scott.”

“Convenient, seeing as he’s in jail.”

“There’s no reason why they can’t keep filming. Adam needs to tell them that.”

“You need to get off my porch.” I pushed the door, but she pushed back.

“You don’t understand,” she insisted. “My reputation will be ruined. I can’t let that happen. I have shareholders… He needs to fix this—right now—or else—”

“Or else what?” I snapped back.

She sneered at me. “You have no clue who you’re messing with.”

“Oh, I think I have a good idea.”

Melissa scowled, pushing the last of her weight against the door. “I will sue him, understand? Him, his entire unit, everyone.”

Her aggressive behavior was alarming. “Go for it. Leave or I’m calling the police.”

“He needs to fix this. You tell him to call me immediately.”

I gave the door a final shove, which made her stumble back on her high heels.

The deadbolt snapped in place, assuring it was locked.

She smacked the door and called me a few nasty names.

Screw her. I didn’t have time for her nonsense. I had laundry to do—that’s about as important as she was to me. Adam needed to deal with her because as far as I was concerned, her showing up at his home crossed the line. I took the laundry out of the dryer, stewing as I folded. She had some nerve! And she called me a bitch on top of it. Wait until I tell him what she called me. He’ll want to rip her head off.