Free Newborn Conspiracy by Delores Fossen Page B

Because he leaned in. Toward her. She caught not just his scent, but she got an even closer look at those eyes that were creating a frenzy inside her.
    He was frowning when his mouth came to hers.
    Mia could feel that frown—along with the other things. The jolt of pleasure. The sensation of being kissed by a man who knew how to do it right. No pressure. No intrusion. Just the touch of his lips to hers.
    For just a few seconds, she forgot all about the danger. She forgot that he was the enemy who could ruin her plans for the future. She forgot about everything.
    Everything, but Logan.
    Mia just let herself… feel. She let the heat of the pleasure slide through her. For those few seconds, she didn’t allow the old fears to win out.
    Still, she hadn’t gone completely insane, either. Mia pulled away from him, forcing herself to stop.
    When she opened her eyes, she could see that Logan was still frowning. She was certain that she was frowning, too.
    And then she heard the sound.
    A car approaching the house.

    Logan and she jerked away from each other as if they’d been caught doing something wrong.
    Which wasn’t far from the truth.
    That kiss shouldn’t have happened. No way. She was playing with fire and, in this case, the fire could cost her full custody of her son. But the car was a more immediate concern. No more passionate haze. No more thoughts of kisses. Her body went on an alert of a different kind.
    The gunman could have found them.
    “It’s probably one of my men with the supplies" Logan assured her.

    Oh. She’d somehow forgotten about that. Obviously, she’d forgotten a lot of things—like common sense and the consequences of doing something stupid.
    While she chastised herself, Logan took his holster from the top of the fridge and went to investigate. Mia could see him looking out one of the side windows that framed the door.
    Mia also saw the immediate change in his body language.

    “Take Tanner and go into the bedroom." He ordered. He hurriedly put on his boots, drew his gun and used his cell phone to call for backup.

    That didn’t do a thing to steady her nerves."What’s wrong?"

    “That’s not my team member out there. It’s Genevieve Devereux and her lawyer, Royce Foreman,"

Chapter Seven
    How the hell had Genevieve found them?
    That was the foremost question on Logan’s mind as he watched the car come to a stop next to his SUV.
    One thing was for certain, he’d never brought Genevieve or Royce to the house. He’d never even mentioned the place to either of them. And on the drive from the hospital the night before, he’d taken a circuitous route to make sure no one had followed Mia and him.
    And no one had, he was positive of that.
    Yet, here were Genevieve and her lawyer friend stepping from a sleek red sports car as if they had come to pay a friendly visit.
    Logan knew there wouldn’t be anything friendly about it.
    Both his visitors were wearing coats. They’d both probably come armed, Genevieve was partial to carrying a snub-nosed 38 in her purse, and Logan had learned from a background check that Royce had a permit to carry concealed.
    Logan was prepared to take them both out if they so much as reached for a gun. He wasn’t going to put Tanner or Mia at any more risk, and he would use every ounce of his training to make sure they stayed safe.
    He checked to see that Mia had taken Tanner to the bedroom. She had. What she hadn’t done was close the door all the way. She was peeking out, probably waiting for him to assure her that all was well.
    He couldn’t do that just yet.
    Genevieve walked just a few steps ahead of her lawyer, and had her attention focused on Royce rather than the house. They appeared to be arguing or at least having an intense discussion about something. Neither seemed on the verge of pulling out semiautomatics and launching an attack.
    But Logan prepared himself just in case that happened.
    Genevieve kept her pace at a leisurely stroll. Maybe because she