replaced by the profiler who got the job done and gave their team the edge when they needed extra help to solve a case. But he knew that the other, more vulnerable, Erica was one step away from full-blown panic. His mate needed him, and he didn’t know how to help.
She handed him the phone and strolled off to the edge of the road, staring at the trees across the street.
He jerked the phone to his ear. “Brock? What the fuck is going on?”
“Buchanan watch your mouth.” Brock ordered in a steely voice.
“No, you listen to me.” He growled. Screw asking nicely. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. “I’ve watched her beg for help and sob as if something is hurting her two days in a row without an explanation. I won’t even go into the passing out or how pale she looks. What I want to know is what is going on, and how do I keep it from getting worse?” A sick, jagged sting knifed at his stomach. Was Erica suffering from some kind of illness? “Is she…is she sick?” The knot in his throat turned his question into a low rasp.
He could hear Brock exhale slowly on the other end of the line, as if trying to find the right words.
“No, she’s not sick or dying. All I can tell you is she’ll be fine. She just needs some sleep. Trust me. Take her back to the hotel, and make sure she rests.” Brock sighed, his voice softening he added, “Please…make sure she gets some rest. She needs it.”
Trent shut the phone and glanced at Erica. She had gone back to clenching and unclenching her fists. He finally realized she did that as a way to calm her nerves.
When Ramirez came out of the station he walked up to Trent. “So what’s really going on here?”
“I don’t know, but Brock says she’s fine and she just needs some rest. I think she might be sick, but he wouldn’t say. We’re going back to the hotel.”
Ramirez nodded. “All right, I’ll drop you off and check out Lisa Summers’s apartment again, make sure we didn’t miss anything there. Then I’ll stop by to see where Gina Torres lived. She didn’t live near Lisa, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t know each other. Who knows, I may find something that breaks this whole thing wide open.”
Trent prayed that would be soon, because if Erica got any worse, he didn’t think she’d be able to handle it. He was going to make it his mission to get her to relax without sex. His cock was in disagreement, as was his wolf, but he was going to be a good mate and help her sleep even if it killed him. When they reached the hotel he followed Erica into her room. She lifted her brows high in question.
He shrugged. “Brock told me to make sure you get some sleep.”
“I’m too tense to go to sleep.”
“Don’t worry. I’m here to help with that.”
The flare of interest in her eyes made his decision to keep things platonic for the night an exercise in self-endurance.
“What did you have in mind?” She licked her lips.
Shit. Fuck. Shit .
She needed to sleep, and his body was strung up tighter than a rubber band. “I’m going to give you a massage, and then you’re going to sleep.”
Yeah, that sounded even worse when he said it out loud. He was going to touch her body, her soft, curvy body, and then let her sleep? How the hell he would accomplish that feat he had no clue. But he would do it…for her. And he’d keep his wolf from pushing him to claim her already. He didn’t know why it was so important, but getting Erica back to her usual sarcastic self was his ultimate goal. It didn’t matter that she would tear him a new one with her cheeky wit; he loved that about her.
“Normally I would argue with you, but a massage sounds so good right now I can’t even say no.” She picked up a tank top and pair of cotton short from her open case. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to take a shower.”
She sauntered off to the restroom, her sexy hips swinging with each step, and shut the door.
Trent glanced down at his aching