Conception Cover-Up

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Caleb moaned and turned onto his side. Shannon held her breath until he settled. The movement caused the blanket to shift, baring his chest to his waist. Evidently he’d chosen to wear only the sweatpants she’d given him earlier. The bandage on his upper arm showed white against his tanned skin.

A few more inches to the left and Caleb wouldn’t have come into her life at all.

Shannon hugged herself, feeling a chill that had more to do with her morbid thoughts than the coolness of the room.

Caleb moved onto his back, mumbling. “Mick…It was Mick.”

Shannon lowered her brows. Mick? That was a new name. She wondered who he was.

“Dammit, Brandon…The case…the bust…was set…. How did they know?” Caleb’s words were filled with frustration and confusion.

Shannon held her breath while he spelled out in mumbled words what she’d suspected. What she’d yearned to deny in the face of his smooth lies.

Caleb was a cop.

She’d heard the same emotions in Tony’s voice time and time again. Though he’d never told her the details of his cases, he hadn’t been able to hide when something was bothering him. He hadn’t allowed her to help him, either.

That had only heightened her frustration. She was a person who craved details. That was why she did the column. She could handle anything, if she knew what was going on. Not knowing drove her to distraction.

Caleb had used different tactics. He’d probably even had different reasons, but the results were the same. Once again she’d been lied to. Once again she’d been treated like a child. And soon another man would leave her behind to pick up the pieces.

Another moan from the bed brought her attention back to Caleb. He moved restlessly in his sleep, kicking at the blankets.

“Where’s Brandon? Have to find Brandon…”

Shannon moved to his side and touched his shoulder. “Shh, Caleb. Relax. Everything’s fine,” she soothed. To do anything else when he was so distressed was unthinkable. He might not want her help during his waking hours, but for now he had no choice.

He didn’t respond to her voice and, instead, became more agitated. “Where is he? Where is he?” He kicked at the covers. “The other side…have to get to the other side. Can’t do it…can’t make it. Have to get help.”